Of the Dark Doves

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

Ballad of the Moon Moon

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

The Faithless Wife

So I took her to the riverbelieving she was a maiden,but she already had a husband.