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Gacela: Unforeseen Love

No-one perceived the perfume
from your belly's hidden magnolia.
No-one knew the way you tortured
a hummingbird of love between your teeth.

A thousand Persian ponies fell asleep
in the moonlit plaza of your brow,
while for four nights I hugged
your waist, the enemy of snow.

Between gypsum and jasmine, your glance
was a pale branch of seeds.
I searched in my heart to give you
letters in ivory that say 'always',

'Always', 'always': garden of my agony,
your body forever fleeing from me,
blood from your veins in my mouth,
your mouth already dark for my death.


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

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