Federico Garcia Lorca Quote

Sonnet of the Sweet ComplaintNever let me lose the marvelof your statue-like eyes, or the accentthe solitary rose of your breathplaces on my cheek at night.I afraid of being, on this shorea branchless trunk, and what I most regretis having no flower, pulp, or clayfor the worm of my despair.If you are my hidden treasure,if you are my gross, my dampened pain,if I am a dog, and you alone my master.Never let me lose what I have gained,and adorn the branches of your riverwith leaves of my estranged Autumn.

Federico Garcia Lorca

Sonnet of the Sweet ComplaintNever let me lose the marvelof your statue-like eyes, or the accentthe solitary rose of your breathplaces on my cheek at night.I afraid of being, on this shorea branchless trunk, and what I most regretis having no flower, pulp, or clayfor the worm of my despair.If you are my hidden treasure,if you are my gross, my dampened pain,if I am a dog, and you alone my master.Never let me lose what I have gained,and adorn the branches of your riverwith leaves of my estranged Autumn.

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