The Unmarried Woman At Mass by Federico Garcia Lorca

Beneath the Moses of the incense,
asleep.

Eyes of bulls were looking at you.
Your rosary was raining.

In that dress of deep silk,
do not move, Virginia.

Give the black melons of your breasts
to the whispers of the mass.

translated by Robert Bly

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