The Cry Poem by Rafael Alberti

The Cry



I sell clouds of colours,
Ellipses, reddened
To temper the heat!

I sell purple cirrus,
And pink, dawns
And golden sunsets!

The yellow star
Of the heavenly peach
Caught in the green branches,

I sell the snow, the flame,
And the song of the crier.

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