- Federico Garcia Lorca -
A hundred riders in mourning,
where might they be going,
along the low horizon
of the orange grove?
They could not arrive
at Sevilla or Cordoba.
Nor at Granada, she who sighs
for the sea.
These drowsy horses
may carry them
to the labyrinth of crosses
where the singing trembles.
With seven nailed sighs,
where might they be going
the hundred Andalusian riders
of the orange-grove?
1 comment:
there's a particular Lorca poem that I really like... i think it's about the heart. I can't remember the title of it but I find it really wonderful. Anyway, the poem you posted is nice too, it's my first time to read it. =)
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