Pop Poetry: "Song of November" by Adam Torres

FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA
SONG OF NOVEMBER AND APRIL

   The cloudy sky
blanks out my eyes.

   To restore them, I
place a yellow flower
next to them.

   I can't change them.
They remain lifeless, blank.

   (Between my shoulders
my full and golden soul takes wing.)

   The April sky
turns my eyes indigo.

   To give them a soul, I
place a white rose
next to them.

   I can't make white
blend with indigo.

   (Between my shoulders
my blind and stony soul takes wing.)

Translated by Martin Sorrell