TRASMUNDO

  Farewell

If I am dying,
leave the balcony open.

The child is eating an orange.
(From my balcony, I see him.)

The reaper is reaping the barley.
(From my balcony, I hear him.)

If I am dying,
leave the balcony open.

Federico García Lorca, 1921-1924 Translation by A. S. Kline