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The Morning Tree: A Glosa

A tree of blood moistens the morning
where the new mother groans.
Her voice leaves crystals in the wound
and a diagram of bone in the window.
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Elaine Stirling

Kënga e ditës që po shkon - nga Federico Garcia Lorca

Sa rëndë më vjen
të lëshoj të shkosh, ditë!
Po shkon e mbarsur me mua 121 more words


Kënga do të dëshironte - nga Federico Garcia Lorca

Kënga do të dëshironte të bëhet dritë
Kënga në errësirë ka fije
fosfori dhe hëne.
Drita s’di çdo.
Kufinjtë e vet
takohen me vetëveten
dhe kthehet.


Federico García Lorca: "Ode to Walt Whitman"

Ode to Walt Whitman

By the East River and the Bronx,
the boys were singing, showing their midriffs, 985 more words
Paul Weinfield

Glosa IV (Spanish)

Mi paraíso, un campo

Sin ruiseñor

Ni liras,

Con un río discreto

Y una fuentecilla.


sábanas de abril

esencia de rosa y mieles y jazmín… 153 more words



By Federico Garcia Lorca
Directed by Soheil Parsa
A Modern Times Stage Company/Aluna Theatre Production
At Buddies in Bad Times Theatre, March 13-29, 2015

Written in 1932 and first presented in Madrid the following year, … 771 more words


An Undead Wish

Welcome to Zombie Week! This is a week full of firsts: my first “theme week” and my first guest bloggers. Today, I’d like to introduce you all to… 1,038 more words