Monday, August 08, 2005

Lorca: Sunflower

If I did love a cyclops
I would swoon
beneath his stronger gaze
sans eyelids.
O fiery sunflower, ay!
The people stare at it
sans shuddering.
Eyeball of Providence
eyeing a crowdful of

Sunflower sunflower!
Pure savage eyeball
sans winkage, sans irony!

Sunflower sunflower!
Stigmata raging above
a fair full of peoples.

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