Spitting Chunky Yellow Snot

And the song water
is something eternal.

and lymph deep
that ripens in the fields.

is the blood of poets
who leave lose
their souls in the paths
of nature.

What harmony spreads
gushing from the rock!

It leaves men
with its gentle cadences.

The morning is clear.
fireplaces smoke
arms and rivers are
that lift the fog.

Listen romances
water between poplar trees.

are birds without wings
lost in the grass!

trees singing
break and dry out.

plains and become
serene mountains.

But the song water
is something eternal.


Federico Garcia Lorca
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