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A light which lives on what the flames devour, a grey landscape surrounding me with scorch, a crucifixion by a single wound, a sky and earth that darken by each hour, a sob of blood whose red ribbon adorns a lyre without a pulse, and oils the torch, a tide which stuns and strands me on the reef, a scorpion scrambling, stinging in my chest– this is the wreath of love, this bed of thorns is where I dream of you stealing my rest, haunting these sunken ribs cargoed with grief.
I fear to lose the glory of your gaze, a god’s eyes heavened in a sculptured head; to wake at night and not to feel unfold the lone rose of your breath upon my face; to be a limbless trunk on this far shore; but even more than losing you, I dread lacking a flower, a fruit, or some rich loam to feed the worm that makes my heart its home.
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Sonetos do Amor Obscuro e Divã do Tamarit
These poems were written inbut were not published until after his death by the ABC Spanish newspaper on the 17th of Marchclandestine editions were released before this date. Oh storm without a sea, town without walls!
They stand so still, stones of my agonies; your heart is sand that shifts and drifts apart. The Poet Talks by Telephone with His Love My chest was dune and drought, your voice was water; that wooden cabin ceased to be my coffin. Love Awake and Love Asleep You’ll never know my vigil and my love, sheltered in my soul, sleeping by my side.
Fly from my throat, you voice of burning ice, yet don’t abandon me here in the fedsrico where flesh and sky mate without bearing fruit.
I found you crying like a cornered creature when you were at the sword-point of their voice. Read more Read less. A mob has gathered, trampling down the garden, waiting to watch my frenzy and your corpse dragged by green-maned ,orca fast as light.
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Love is this living death, and love’s the knife that twists my innards. Hear my blood strung like strings on violins!
But I feed my heart to a double beast, raked by a tiger and pecked by a dove, a duel between the cactus and the lily. Braid flowers as they fade.
He must now be bracketed with Machado as one of the two greatest poets Spain has produced this century, and he is certainly Spain’s greatest dramatist since the Golden Age. Did your fingers feel the kiss of cactus spines, love’s crown of thorns on the remotest rock? Oh hound in the heart, the heart’s forbidden cry, song ripening in silence without end!
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But sleep, sweetheart, they won’t disturb your dreams. I wait for one word and wonder if this bloom can last the drought, gacria losing you would gain me back my life. I’d like to read this book on Kindle Don’t have a Kindle? Crystal of pain, you wept in waves from fathomless, far seas. Want to Read saving….
Sonetos del amor oscuro
At the south pole of my feet the crocus porca, at the north pole of my brow the bramble bloomed. Dawn yoked and xmor us upon the bed, our mouths pressed open round the frozen spout of blood which overflows but won’t run out.
Monique Gerke rated it liked it Jan 08, Published April 15th by Folha de S. Write a product review. A garland, quick, a wreath: Stigmata of Love A fedeeico which lives on what the flames devour, a grey landscape surrounding me with scorch, a crucifixion by a single wound, a sky and earth that darken by each hour, a sob of blood whose red ribbon adorns a lyre without a pulse, and oils the torch, a tide which stuns and strands federjco on the reef, a scorpion scrambling, stinging in my chest– this is the wreath of love, this bed of thorns is where I dream of you stealing my rest, haunting these sunken ribs cargoed with grief.
The heart at home has no hunger nor need for the frozen honey which the moon pours out.