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Federico Garca-a Lorca Poems

  • Piccolo Valzer Viennese
    A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze,
    una spalla dove piange la morte
    e un bosco di colombe disseccate.
    C'e' un frammento del mattino ...
  • Arbolé, Arbolé
    Tree, tree
    dry and green.

    The girl with the pretty face ...
  • Gacela Of The Dark Death
    I want to sleep the dream of the apples,
    to withdraw from the tumult of cemetries.
    I want to sleep the dream of that child
    who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas. ...
  • Adivinanza De La Guitarra
    En la redonda
    seis doncellas
    bailan. ...
  • Little Viennese Waltz
    In Vienna there are ten little girls,
    a shoulder for death to cry on,
    and a forest of dried pigeons.
    There is a fragment of tomorrow ...
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Moon 12 Night 11 I Love You 10 Love 10 Dark 9 Mouth 8 Silence 8 Water 8 Light 7 White 7

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 54. Oh, Yet We Trust That Somehow Goo
 by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Oh, yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final end of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;
That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroy'd,
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete;

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