POEM OF THE GYPSY SIGUIRIYA

FOR CARLOS MORLA VICUÑA

    Landscape

The field
of olives
like a fan,
opens, and closes.
Over the olives,
deep sky,
and dark rain,
of frozen stars.
Reeds, and blackness,
tremble, by the river.
Grey air shivers.
The olives
are full of cries.
A crowd
of imprisoned birds,
moving long tails
in shadow.

Federico García Lorca, 1922 Translation by A. S. Kline