The Guitar Laments Poem by Chris Zachariou
The Guitar Laments
In Alfacar, the poet
dreams of gypsy stallions
in the Andalusian
hills and valleys.
'Cordoba. Distant and lonely'*1
he weeps in pain, in the arms
of the malevolent blue moon.
Now, no one is left to mourn
the poet of Sunday's dawn;
no one is left to mourn him.
A bronzed guitar laments:
Six sparrows flew south
with all his minor chords
sealed in an empty coffin.
1. From Lorca's poem 'The Horseman's Song'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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