Among black butterflies
goes a dark-haired girl
next to a white serpent
of mist.
*Earth of light,
sky of earth.*
She is chained to the tremor
of a never arriving rhythm;
she has a heart of silver
and a dagger in her right hand.
Where are you going, siguiriya,
with such a headless rhythm?
What moon'll gather up your pain
of whitewash and oleander?
*Earth of light,
sky of earth.*
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Among black butterflies
goes a dark-haired girl
next to a white serpent
of mist.
*Earth of light,
sky of earth.*
She is chained to the tremor
of a never arriving rhythm;
she has a heart of silver
and a dagger in her right hand.
Where are you going, siguiriya,
with such a headless rhythm?
What moon'll gather up your pain
of whitewash and oleander?
*Earth of light,
sky of earth.*
1898 - 1936/Spanish