White

White Towels
Richard Jones

I have been studying the difference
between solitude and loneliness,
telling the story of my life
to the clean white towels taken warm from the dryer.
I carry them through the house
as though they were my children
asleep in my arms.

From The Blessing: New and Selected Poems © Copper Canyon Press.

(Painting by Kasimir Malevich, 1918.)

Night

From Federico García Lorca's Poema de la Saeta - in Spanish and English:

Noche

Cirio, candil,
farol y luciérnaga.

La constelación
de la saeta.

Ventantinas de oro
tiemblan
y en la aurora se mecen
cruces superpuestas.

Cirio, candil,
farol y luciérnaga.

Night

Candle, oil lamp,
lamppost and firefly.

The constellation
of the saeta.

Little golden windows
tremble,
at at dawn superimposed
crosses sway about.

Candle, oil lamp,
lamppost and firefly

(From Poem of the Deep Song, translated by Carlos Bauer, City Lights Publishers, 1987.)

Other places:

Read about the saeta on the Flamenco World site - and listen, too.

(Photo of houses and moon by Juan Ignacio Gilligan, from Cielo Sur.)