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| Dale Brandt photo |
Through the branches of the catkinned birch
I saw two dark sparrows.
The one was the sun
and the other the moon.
Little companions, i said to them,
where is tomorrow?
In my wing, said the sun,
in my beak, said the moon.
And i who was walking
with the earth in my pocket
saw two crows of onyx
and a woman on a chestnut log.
The one was the other
and the woman no one.
Little doves, i said to them,
where is tomorrow?
In my wing, said the sun,
in my beak, said the moon.
Through the branches of birch
I saw two naked sparrows.
The one was the other
and both were no one.
—Lorca in Upper Turkeyfoot.
