Federico Garcia Lorca

A couple of poems ...

Capriccio

Behind each mirror
is a dead star
and a baby rainbow
sleeping.

Behind each mirror
is a black forever
and a nest of silences
too young to fly.

The mirror is the wellspring
become mummy, closes
like a shell of light
at sunset.

The mirror
is the mother dew,
the book of desiccated
twilights, echo becomes flesh.

from Mirror suite
F.G.Lorca

Initium

Adam & Eve
The serpent cracked
the mirror
in a thousand pieces
& the apple
was his rock

from Mirror suite
F.G.Lorca

A star

There is a tranquil star,
a star that has no eyelids.
-Where?
-A star . . .
In sleepy water.
In the pond.

from Night suite
F.G.Lorca