ALONE ON A WINDY RIDGE
whisperings ~ mumblings ~ gusts
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Sleep the dream of apples
...this comes from
"Gacela of Dark Death"
, a poem by the Spanish poet
Federico García Lorca
, as translated by Michelle Cliff.
Here is Robert Bly's translation
.
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