Balcony
Lola
sings deep songs;
the figurine toreadors
encircle her still,
and the hobbled barber,
latched to his door jamb,
keeps time
with the bobbing of his head.
Between the sweet basil,
and spearmint,
Lola
laments to God.
Lola
who looked down so often,
and only at herself in the pool.
Author: Federico García Lorca
Translator: Manny Grimaldi
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Oh !!
The second line
so much-needed
” deep songs ”
2 thousand years in two words
Yes !
I’ll have you know I did that to wash you out of my hair.
I like the image of “the hobbled barber, latched to his door jamb”
I do too! Thank you.
Lola is a piece of work, and this is a lovely poem. I look forward to your translations every morning.
She IS a piece of work.
Dang this CUTS.
thank you Kevin
That Lola. We know her by many names. Wonderful translation.
thanks Bill