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A review by lraoutrha
Book Of Poems (Selection)/Libro de Poemas (Seleccion) by Federico García Lorca
5.0
Who heals you when
some old waterwheel
in the fields
drives its slow dart
through your glass?
Where do you go if,
at sunset, you are wounded
by bells, and your backwaters
are broken by flocks of songs
and the great golden murmur
that falls on blue mountains
in tears?
-from "Elegy: To Silence"
This is the true meaning of sublime. HOW.
some old waterwheel
in the fields
drives its slow dart
through your glass?
Where do you go if,
at sunset, you are wounded
by bells, and your backwaters
are broken by flocks of songs
and the great golden murmur
that falls on blue mountains
in tears?
-from "Elegy: To Silence"
This is the true meaning of sublime. HOW.