EL GRITO THE CRY
Federico García Lorca trans. Tim Chilcott

La elipse de un grito
va de monte
a monte.

Desde los olivos,
será un arco iris negro
sobre la noche azul.

.........¡Ay!

Como un arco de viola,
el grito ha hecho vibrar
largas cuerdas del viento.

.........¡Ay!

(Las gentes de las cuevas
asoman sus velones.)

.........¡Ay!


The arc of a cry
curves from hill
to hill.

From the olive trees,
a black rainbow
over the blue night.

.........Ay!

Like a viola's bow,
the cry has made the long
strings of the wind vibrate.

.........Ay!

(The people of the caves
put their oil lamps out.)

.........Ay!



Trans. copyright © Tim Chilcott 2007

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