Thursday, July 22, 2010

Song of the Barren Orange Tree


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Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment 
of seeing myself without fruit.
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Why was I born among mirrors?
The day walks in circles around me,
and the night copies me
in all its stars.
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I want to live without seeing myself.
And I will dream that ants
and thistleburrs are my
leaves and my birds.
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Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.
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~ Federico Garcia Lorca
from The Selected Poems of Federico Garcia Lorca
translated by W.S. Merwin
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