future sailors
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Procession
A Poem by Federico Garcia Lorca
Through the lanes
come strange unicorns.
From what fields,
from what mythological forest?
Nearer,
they look like astronomers.
Fantastic Merlins,
and the Ecce Homo.
Enchanted Durandarte.
Orlando Furioso.
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