Tuesday Poem

Small Song of Seville

It was dawning
in the orange trees.
Tiny golden bees
were looking for honey.

Where could it be . . .
that honey?

It is in the blue flower,
Isabel.
In the rosemary flower
there.

(Small golden chair
for the Moor.
Chair of tinsel
for his wife.)

It was dawning
in the orange trees.

by Federico García Lorca
from
The Cricket Sings
New Directions Books, 1980

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Cancioncilla Sevillana

Amanecia
en el naranjel.
Abejitas de oro
buscaban la miel.

…¿Dónde estará
la miel?

Está en la flor azul
Isabel.
En la flor,
del romero aquel.

…(Sillita de oro
para el moro.
Silla de oropel
para su mujer.)

Amanecia
en el naranjel.