In the Garden of Fray Luis
Suéñame quick suéñame earthstar
cultivated by my eyes take me from my shadow handles
alócame marble wing star star burning in my ashes
finally able to find under my
statue smile a sunny afternoon gestures
awash eyes
winter flower in the bedroom You wind
're watching the innocence of beauty depends on the tramp
that betrays the ardor the leaves are turning weaker
chest
You assume that light and the edge of this abyss
meat that falls to my feet as a vivid
You
wound in forest litter error
lost my silence Suppose you live in a dark pink and struggle ends
; ; Juan Larrea
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