Loomings iii

     ..

     The keel of the moon
     breaks purple clouds
     and the quivers
     fill with dew.

     Ah, but like love
     the archers

     are blind!

    

     The border fetish is of a

     piece with climate change

     denial. Who'd have guess-

     ed the cistern where they

     quiver is a wall of lies?

Federico García Lorca 
Poem of the Saeta
  Early Morning
  aka Before the Dawn
1921
W.S. Merwin
  translation

Francisco García Lorca
  and Donald Allen
  editors
The Selected Poems of
  Federico García Lorca
New Directions, 1955©

Manuel Alvarez Bravo
Gelatin silver print
1933