SONG TREE
by Federico Garcia Lorca.
Rod of voice and gesture,
once and Again
trembles without hope
in yesterday's air.
The girl sighing
I wanted to take it;
but it always came
a minute later.
Ay sun! Oh moon, moon!
A minute later.
Sixty gray flowers
They tangled their feet.
See how it rocks
once and Again,
Virgin of flower and branch,
in yesterday's air.
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