.
.
Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.
.
Why was I born among mirrors?
The day walks in circles around me,
and the night copies me
in all its stars.
.
I want to live without seeing myself.
And I will dream that ants
and thistleburrs are my
leaves and my birds.
.
Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.
.
~ Federico Garcia Lorca
from The Selected Poems of Federico Garcia Lorca
translated by W.S. Merwin
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