Im Explaining a Few Things
Yoing to ask: and where are the lilacs?
and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?
and the raiedly spattering
its words and drilling them full
of apertures and birds?
Ill tell you all the news.
I lived in a suburb,
a suburb of Madrid, with bells,
and clocks, and trees.
From there you could look out
over Castilles dry face:
a leather o.
My house was called
the house of flowers, because in every y
geraniums burst: it was
a good-looking house
with its dogs and children.
Remember, Raul?
Eh, Rafel? Federico, do you remember
from uhe ground
my balies on which
the light of June drowned flowers in your mouth?
Brother, my brother!
Everything
loud with big voices, the salt of merdises,
pile-ups of palpitating bread,
the stalls of my suburb uelles with its statue
like a drained inkwell in a swirl of hake:
oil flowed into spoons,
a deep baying
of feet and hands swelled ireets,
metres, litres, the sharp
measure of life,
stacked-up fish,
the textu……（内容加载失败！）
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