Landscape Poem by Tom Billsborough
Landscape
Opening... this field of Olives
And, like a fan, closing.
Over the olive-grove
A deep sky,
Dark rain of cold stars.
By the river's bank,
Reeds and the darkness tremble.
Rippling... this grey air.
The Olive trees are full of shrieks.
A flock of captive birds
Which move their long tails
In the shadow.
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: translation
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translation from the Spanish of Federico Garcia Lorca
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