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The Guitar by Garcia Lorca
Heart mortally wounded
and the first
It weeps for
The weeping of the guitar
begins-
The
distant things
goblets of dawn
are smashed
dead bird
Hot southern sands
The weeping
of the guitar
yearning for
begins-
Useless
to silence it
by five swords
on the branch
white camellias
Impossible-
to
silence it
Weeps-arrow
It weeps
monotonousl
y
Oh guitar
without target
as water weeps
as the wind weeps
evening without morning
over snowfields
Impossible to silence it
