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Serenata 

by Federico Garcia Lorca

The night soaks itself
along the shore of the river
and in Lolita’s breasts
the branches die of love.

The branches die of love.

Naked the night sings
above the bridges of March.
Lolita bathes her body
with salt water and roses.

The branches die of love.

The night of anise and silver
shines over the rooftops.
Silver of streams and mirrors
Anise of your white thighs.

The branches die of love.

Posted January 5, 2014 by kenneturner in Art, Life, Poetry

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