This Dull Sadness

Along these waves,
I can ponder and revisit
no longer.

The eyes that must only look back—
let them fall from you as stalks of light,
as all the birds ending their lives scattered
through the leaves and passing winds.
I must not be the night that ends
along the world’s face.



(another Lorca ‘translation’ gone awry)

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