Federico García Lorca – Suicide

  September 9th, 2018 by Taf Taf

(Maybe it was because you hadn’t 

mastered Geometry)

The lad was going blank.

It was ten in the morning.

His heart was growing full

of broken wings and rag flowers.

He noticed there remained

just one word on his lips.

And when he took off his gloves

a soft ash fell from his hands.

A tower showed through the balcony door.

He felt he was balcony and tower.

No doubt he saw how the clock,

stopped in its case, surveyed him.

He saw his shadow quiet and prone

on the white silk divan.

And the stiff, geometrical youth

smashed the mirror with a hatchet.

When it broke, a great burst of shadow

flooded the illusory room.

 


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And some information about Federico García Lorca:

https://www.poetsgraves.co.uk/lorca.htm

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