Federico Garcia Lorca

The Cry

The ellipse of a cry travels from mountain to mountain. From the olive trees it appears as a black rainbow upon the blue night. Ay! Like the bow of a viola the cry has made the long strings of the wind vibrate. Ay! (The folks from the caves stick out their oil lamps.) Ay!

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