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Casida: The Rose
The rose
was not intent on the dawn:
almost eternal on its stem,
it was intent on something else.
The rose
was not after knowledge or shadows:
the confines of flesh and dreams,
it was after something else.
The rose
was not intent on the rose.
Unmoving, against the sky,
it was intent on something else.
English translation by Paul Archer of Lorca's Casida de la rosa.
For more poems from this collection, go to El Diván Del Tamarit.
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