I work a lot and live far less than I could, but the moon is beautiful and there are blue stars . . . . I live the chaste song of my heart. —Garcia Lorca to Emilia Llanos Medinor, November 25, 1920 The moon is in doubt over whether to be a man or a woman. There’ve been rumors, all manner of allegations, bold claims and public lies: He’s belligerent. She’s in a funk. When he fades, the world teeters. When she burgeons, crime blossoms. O how the operatic impulse wavers! Dip deep, my darling, into the blank pool. Copyright © 2015 by Rita Dove. Used with permission of the author. |
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