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An artistic composition with a heart-shaped armor, guitar, dagger, swirling cloth, and red flowers, evoking themes of love and battle.
Federico García Lorca, translated by Philip Nikolayev
The Guitar
The guitar’s lament
breaks the silence.
The winecups of dawn
are shattered.
The guitar’s lament
breaks the silence.
No use trying
to quiet it down.
It’s impossible
to quiet it down.
It weeps in monotone,
like water weeping,
like the wind weeps
over fallen snow.
It’s impossible
to quiet it down.
It weeps
for faraway things.
Sand of the sun-parched south
begging for white camelias.
It weeps like an aimless arrow,
like an evening without a morning,
like the first dead bird
on the branch.
O guitar!
A heart scarred
by five swords.