Photo: Eric Bulatov

Spilled Blood – Federico Garcia Lorca

 

Spilled Blood.

I will not see it!

 

The moon wide-open.

A horse of quiet clouds

And dream’s grey bull-ring

edged all round with willows.

 

I will not see it!

Remembrance burns.

Recall the jasmine

with their little whiteness!

 

I will not see it!

The cow of the ancient world

passed her sad tongue

over a snout of blood

spilled on sand,

and the bulls of Guisando,

death almost, stone almost,

bellowed like two centuries

tired of treading earth.

 

No.

I will not see it!

 

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