no time for confessionalist writing

Lee Miller, 1930 by Man Ray

 After a walk

Cut down by the sky.
Between shapes moving toward the serpent
and crystal-craving shapes
I’ll let my hair grow.

With the amputated tree that doesn’t sing
and the child with the blank face of an egg.

With the little animals whose skulls are cracked
and the water, dressed in rags, but with dry feet.

With all the bone-tired, deaf-and-dumb things
and a butterfly drowned in the inkwell

Bumping into my own face, different each day.
Cut down by the sky!

– Federico Garcìa Lorca

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