Farewell
translated by Jenny Minniti-Shippey
If I die,
Leave the balcony open.
The boy is eating oranges.
(From my balcony I hear him.)
The reaper scythes the wheat.
(From my balcony I feel it.)
If I die,
Leave the balcony open!
Farewell by Federico García Lorca
Published
David Given Schwarm 