Selected Poems by Federico Garcia Lorca

Gacela of the Dark Death

. . .
I want to sleep awhile,
awhile, a minute, a century;
but all must know that I have not died;
that there is a stable of gold in my lips;
that I am the small friend of the West wind;
that I am the immense shadow of my tears.
. . .

Day 16: #TheSealeyChallenge