Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint

Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.

I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my despair.

If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
if I am a dog, and you alone my master,

never let me lose what I have gained,
and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn.

— Federico Garcia Lorca

4 Responses to “Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint”

  1. 1 annamanila June 15, 2008 at 2:32 am

    Ang sabi nila: The source of your most exquisite joy is also the source of your most excruciating pain. Figures, di ba. Applies to spouses/lovers, parents, children and precious friends.

  2. 2 Sexy Mom June 15, 2008 at 7:21 am

    wanting, pleading, desiring, such a play for words by a poet who must have a lot kept in his heart. a poem that leaves a lot to one’s imagination. a good find, myepinoy!

  3. 3 myepinoy June 15, 2008 at 11:45 am

    annamanila, Very true indeed!Figures ba or ironies? lol

  4. 4 myepinoy June 15, 2008 at 11:46 am

    sexymom, the poet is writing from the heart. Pero di ba poet are supposed to write from the heart. LOL

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