for Richard Howard and Robert Pinsky
Gongoran Sonnet in which the Poet Sends a Dove to His Beloved
I send this dove from Tuna to you.
Its honest virtue and its supple throat
just run your hands across its purity
Such is my heart---by night and through the day
Love Sleeps in the Poet's Heart
You'll never understand my love for you,
Normalcy stirs both flesh and blinding star,
onlookers who gather on the garden lawn
But go on sleeping now, my life, my dear.
Sonnet about the Letter
My innermost of loves, my waking death,
It's air that is immortal; stone is dumb,
And yet I suffered over you. I gashed
So saturate my lunacy with words
Federico García Lorca was a Spanish poet who was murdered by the guarda civil during the Spanish Civil War in 1936. 1998 was the centenary of his birth.
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