Lorca's body is still missing.
Inside my ravaged ribcage,
How it craves to breathe for you,
My true love of the morning mist
And of the evening dew,
It sings of my desire for you;
Listen to the throbbing wind
Around your alabaster body -
Can't you hear my heartbeats
Born of centuries of suffering?
How can I embrace you in eternity?
I vow to desert my body,
I will release my life tonight
And let my fluttering heart-bird
Soar to the sad-faced moon:
I will perch there and serenade you
With my weeping whispers.
Tomorrow in the deserted plaza
Strewn with the litter of lovers,
The blind street cleaner
Will peer at your beautiful statue
And see me on your crying shoulder,
A bird of paradise.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2020-12-02 at 21:49
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Lorca's Lament
My heart is a suffocating birdInside my ravaged ribcage,
How it craves to breathe for you,
My true love of the morning mist
And of the evening dew,
It sings of my desire for you;
Listen to the throbbing wind
Around your alabaster body -
Can't you hear my heartbeats
Born of centuries of suffering?
How can I embrace you in eternity?
I vow to desert my body,
I will release my life tonight
And let my fluttering heart-bird
Soar to the sad-faced moon:
I will perch there and serenade you
With my weeping whispers.
Tomorrow in the deserted plaza
Strewn with the litter of lovers,
The blind street cleaner
Will peer at your beautiful statue
And see me on your crying shoulder,
A bird of paradise.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
Read 270 times
Written on 2020-12-02 at 21:49
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