Fall 1945 • Vol. VII No. 4 Poetry |

Landscapes by Lorca and Disney

There I saw in that fantastic landscape the two rivers, one blood and the other tears, and olive trees heavily fruited with sobs, and the guitar wailing of arrows without targets. Elsewhere I saw in a confusion of landscapes the lumbering precision of the cactus ballet, a winged burro that smiled like an imbecile, Baia in Hell's colors, the wicked witless bird. But I was unable to weep, unable to laugh, and have thus returned here where laughter moves living flesh and sobs issue from lips. Look, joy is right here. Heartbreak is near, listen.

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