Between your love for me and mine for you
—air of stars and tremor of plant—
a thicket of anemones raises
with a dark moan an entire year.
— Federico García Lorca, from Sonnet of the Garland of Roses, p. 831.
Between your love for me and mine for you
—air of stars and tremor of plant—
a thicket of anemones raises
with a dark moan an entire year.
— Federico García Lorca, from Sonnet of the Garland of Roses, p. 831.
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