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A rose in the high garden you desire	A
A wheel in the pure syntax of steel	B
The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist fog	C
The grays watching over the last balustrades	D
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The modern painters in their white ateliers	D
clip the square root's sterilized flower	A
In the waters of the Seine a marble iceberg	E
chills the windows and scatters the ivy	F
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Man treads firmly on the cobbled streets	D
Crystals hide from the magic of reflections	D
The Government has closed the perfume stores	D
The machine perpetuates its binary beat	G
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An absence of forests and screens and brows	D
roams across the roofs of the old houses	D
The air polishes its prism on the sea	F
and the horizon rises like a great aqueduct	H
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Soldiers who know no wine and no penumbra	I
behead the sirens on the seas of lead	J
Night black statue of prudence holds	D
the moon's round mirror in her hand	K
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A desire for forms and limits overwhelms us	D
Here comes the man who sees with a yellow ruler	A
Venus is a white still life	L
and the butterfly collectors run away	M
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Cadaqu s at the fulcrum of water and hill	N
lifts flights of stairs and hides seashells	D
Wooden flutes pacify the air	O
An ancient woodland god gives the children fruit	P
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Her fishermen sleep dreamless on the sand	K
On the high sea a rose is their compass	D
The horizon virgin of wounded handkerchiefs	D
links the great crystals of fish and moon	Q
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A hard diadem of white brigantines	D
encircles bitter foreheads and hair of sand	K
The sirens convince but they don't beguile	R
and they come if we show a glass of fresh water	A
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Oh Salvador Dali of the olive colored voice	D
I do not praise your halting adolescent brush	S
or your pigments that flirt with the pigment of your times	D
but I laud your longing for eternity with limits	D
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Sanitary soul you live upon new marble	T
You run from the dark jungle of improbable forms	D
Your fancy reaches only as far as your hands	D
and you enjoy the sonnet of the sea in your window	U
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The world is dull penumbra and disorder	A
in the foreground where man is found	V
But now the stars concealing landscapes	D
reveal the perfect schema of their courses	D
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The current of time pools and gains order	A
in the numbered forms of century after century	F
And conquered Death takes refuge trembling	W
in the tight circle of the present instant	X
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When you take up your palette a bullet hole in its wing	W
you call on the light that brings the olive tree to life	L
The broad light of Minerva builder of scaffolds	D
where there is no room for dream or its hazy flower	A
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You call on the old light that stays on the brow	Y
not descending to the mouth or the heart of man	Z
A light feared by the loving vines of Bacchus	D
and the chaotic force of curving water	A
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You do well when you post warning flags	D
along the dark limit that shines in the night	A2
As a painter you refuse to have your forms softened	B2
by the shifting cotton of an unexpected cloud	C2
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The fish in the fishbowl and the bird in the cage	D2
You refuse to invent them in the sea or the air	O
You stylize or copy once you have seen	E2
their small agile bodies with your honest eyes	D
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You love a matter definite and exact	F2
where the toadstool cannot pitch its camp	G2
You love the architecture that builds on the absent	X
and admit the flag simply as a joke	H2
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The steel compass tells its short elastic verse	D
Unknown clouds rise to deny the sphere exists	D
The straight line tells of its upward struggle	T
and the learned crystals sing their geometries	D
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But also the rose of the garden where you live	I2
Always the rose always our north and south	J2
Calm and ingathered like an eyeless statue	K2
not knowing the buried struggle it provokes	D
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Pure rose clean of artifice and rough sketches	D
opening for us the slender wings of the smile	R
Pinned butterfly that ponders its flight	A2
Rose of balance with no self inflicted pains	D
Always the rose	D
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Oh Salvador Dali of the olive colored voice	D
I speak of what your person and your paintings tell me	F
I do not praise your halting adolescent brush	S
but I sing the steady aim of your arrows	D
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I sing your fair struggle of Catalan lights	D
your love of what might be made clear	L2
I sing your astronomical and tender heart	M2
a never wounded deck of French cards	D
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I sing your restless longing for the statue	K2
your fear of the feelings that await you in the street	G
I sing the small sea siren who sings to you	K2
riding her bicycle of corals and conches	D
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But above all I sing a common thought	N2
that joins us in the dark and golden hours	D
The light that blinds our eyes is not art	M2
Rather it is love friendship crossed swords	D
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Not the picture you patiently trace	D
but the breast of Theresa she of sleepless skin	O2
the tight wound curls of Mathilde the ungrateful	T
our friendship painted bright as a game board	P2
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May fingerprints of blood on gold	Q2
streak the heart of eternal Catalunya	K2
May stars like falconless fists shine on you	K2
while your painting and your life break into flower	A
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Don't watch the water clock with its membraned wings	D
or the hard scythe of the allegory	F
Always in the air dress and undress your brush	S
before the sea peopled with sailors and ships	D

Federico Garca-a Lorca

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