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Gacela: Desperate Love

Night doesn’t want to fall
so you don’t come,
and I cannot go.

But I will go
even if the sun's scorpions feast on my forehead.

But you will come
with a tongue burnt by the rain of salt.

Day doesn’t want to break
so you don’t come
and I cannot go.

But I will go
offering to toads my bitten carnation.

But you will come
through the murky sewers of darkness.

Neither night nor day want to come
so I die for you
and you die for me.


English translation by Paul Archer of Lorca's Gacela del amor desesperado.
For more poems from this collection, go to El Diván Del Tamarit.

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