Garcia Lorca and his green winds
His verdes vientos I remember when
I first heard the sound of them in his verse
The dream rush of beautiful winds on earth
Such dreamy tristeza such loveliness then
Startled me out of the mood I was in.
The pale moon is setting. The dawn rose one come.
No longer I feel what country I'm from.
It's the country of sadness and beauty I tend
Garcia Lorca and his green winds…
mary angela douglas 29 march 2024
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