Gacela Of The Dark Death Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABA CDAEF GHIAJA KHAI ALBA

I want to sleep the dream of the applesA
to withdraw from the tumult of cemetriesA
I want to sleep the dream of that childB
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seasA
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I don't want to hear again that the dead do not lose their bloodC
that the putrid mouth goes on asking for waterD
I don't want to learn of the tortures of the grassA
nor of the moon with a serpent's mouthE
that labors before dawnF
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I want to sleep awhileG
awhile a minute a centuryH
but all must know that I have not diedI
that there is a stable of gold in my lipsA
that I am the small friend of the West wingJ
that I am the intense shadows of my tearsA
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Cover me at dawn with a veilK
because dawn will throw fistfuls of ants at meH
and wet with hard water my shoesA
so that the pincers of the scorpion slideI
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For I want to sleep the dream of the applesA
to learn a lament that will cleanse me to earthL
for I want to live with that dark childB
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seasA

Federico Garca-a Lorca



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Liam McDonnell: There is a mystical air to the youthful feelings of Lorca
Always returning to the cool apple that is to become the fruit of choice for the woman's lips the woman to be the future ship of humanity

The longing for to be part in the essence of life is so palpable
Strike a blow for humanity but it is to be on the high seas not in the husbandry of te woman.
A drone a protector of the flock perhaps in an heroic fashion.

The spirit being so strong as to transcend the mundane of death and purification perhaps.
 

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