Before the Dawn

But like love

the archers

are blind

Upon the green night,

the piercing saetas

leave traces of warm

lily.

The keel of the moon

breaks through purple clouds

and their quivers

fill with dew.

Ay, but like love

the archers

are blind!

Federico García Lorca

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