TWO EVENING MOONS – FREDERICO LORCA

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TWO EVENING MOONS

For Laurita, my sister’s friend
The moon is dead dead
— it will come back to life in the spring
when a south wind
ruffles the brow of the poplars
when our hearts yield their harvest of sighs
when the roofs wear their grass hats
The moon is dead dead
— it will come back to life in the spring
            ii
For Isabelita, my sister
The evening sings a lullaby
to the oranges
My little sister sings
“the earth is an orange”
The moon weeping says
“I want to be an orange”
You can’t be — my dear —
even if you turn pink
or a little bit lemon
How sad!

FREDERICO LORCA

 


 

THE MOON WAS AN ORANGE

The moon was an orange

on my window sill,

ripe for juicing and

succulent with death.

 

redolent of the future,

a future… one of many,

And my dry lips

were soaked with foam,

a froth of precognition…

 

And I spoke to my Lilith,

and asked for no more of this…

I don’t want the weight of expectancy,

Give me back my naive nascence!

 

The moon was an orange

on my window sill,

and time warped,

and the child died.

 

The youth lived on,

thirst satiated by knowledge,

but knowledge costs dear,

and the price is :

death of innocence.

Dale ‘M’

 

 

 

 

 

 


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