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 Song of the Barren Orange Tree

by

Frederico Garcia Lorca

 

Woodchopper,

cut away my shadow.

Let me escape the pain of seeing

myself with no fruit.

 

Why was I born between mirrors?

Day rings me round,

and night is mimicking me,

in all of the stars.

 

I long to live without seeing myself,

I imigine that ants

and flying thistledown

are my leaves, my birds.

 

Woodchooper,

chop away my shadow.

Let me escape the pain of seeing

myself with no fruit.

 

"If"

By Rudyard Kipling