For Claudio Guillén In the branches of the laurel tree I saw two dark doves One was the sun and one the moon Little neighbors I said
Moon came to the forge in her petticoat of nard The boy looks and looks the boy looks at the Moon In the turbulent air
In the green morningI wanted to be a heart.A heart.
So I took her to the riverbelieving she was a maiden,but she already had a husband.
January 1955 Ode to Walt Whitman BY FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA
Born in 1898, his life was cruelly cut short during the first days of the Spanish Civil War, when he was abducted by nationalist forces and executed.
At five in the afternoon.It was exactly five in the afternoon.A boy brought the white sheetat five in the afternoon.
Little Ballad of Three Rivers.