Two Evening Moons by Federico García Lorca | Poems Rethabile Likes
Two Evening Moons
by Federico García Lorca
I
[For Laurita, my sister's friend]
The moon is dead dead
— it will come back to life in the spring
when a south wind
ruffles the brow of the poplars
when our hearts yield their harvest of sighs
when the roofs wear their grass hats
The moon is dead dead
— it will come back to life in the spring
II
[For Isabelita, my sister]
The evening sings a lullaby
to the oranges
My little sister sings
"the earth is an orange"
The moon weeping says
"I want to be an orange"
You can't be — my dear —
even if you turn pink
or a little bit lemon
How sad!
[For Laurita, my sister's friend]
The moon is dead dead
— it will come back to life in the spring
when a south wind
ruffles the brow of the poplars
when our hearts yield their harvest of sighs
when the roofs wear their grass hats
The moon is dead dead
— it will come back to life in the spring
II
[For Isabelita, my sister]
The evening sings a lullaby
to the oranges
My little sister sings
"the earth is an orange"
The moon weeping says
"I want to be an orange"
You can't be — my dear —
even if you turn pink
or a little bit lemon
How sad!
Translated By Sarah Arvio (from the Spanish)
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