The guitar
makes dreams weep.
The sobbing of lost
souls
escapes through its round
mouth.
And like the tarantula
it spins a large star
to trap the sighs
floating in its black,
wooden water tank.
translated by Carlos Bauer
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Excellent poem. It made me miss playing
It made me listen to Sharon Isbin playing Joaquin Rodrigo.
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.
You’re welcome. Lorca’s great, isn’t he?
I am probably one of few people who like spiders. Great poem.
I’m not sure how I feel about spiders, but I do love listening to a good Spanish guitar.
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The first two lines are brilliant!
That’s Lorca.