TRASMUNDO
FAREWELL
If I am dying,
leave the balcony open.
The child is eating an orange.
(From my balcony, I see him.)
The reaper is reaping the barley.
(From my balcony, I hear him.)
If I am dying,
leave the balcony open.
Federico García Lorca, 1921-1924
Translation by A. S. Kline
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