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From Here

Tell my friends
I have died

Water always sings
under the trembling woods

Tell my friends
I have died

How the poplars
sway the silken sound—

Tell them my eyes
stayed open

that the immortal
blue handkerchief
covered my face

And ah!

that I went to my star
without bread

     (Text of the poem in the original Spanish)

Federico García Lorca

Poet in Spain
Alfred A. Knopf

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