POEM MARCH 16TH 2022

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 TWO EVENING MOONS

For Laurita, my sister’s friend

The moon is dead dead

— it will come back to life in the spring


when a south wind

ruffles the brow of the poplars


when our hearts yield their harvest of sighs


when the roofs wear their grass hats


The moon is dead dead

— it will come back to life in the spring



ii

For Isabelita, my sister

The evening sings a lullaby

to the oranges


My little sister sings

“the earth is an orange”


The moon weeping says

“I want to be an orange”


You can’t be — my dear — 

even if you turn pink

or a little bit lemon

How sad!


Federico Garcia Lorca

Translated from the Spanish by Sarah Arvio


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