The Gypsy and the Wind

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    <strong>The Gypsy and the Wind</strong>

    Playing her part moon

    Precosia es

    a<bdi></bdi>long a watery path of laurels and crystal lights.

    The starless silence, fleeing

    from her rhythmic tambourine,

    falls where t<tt></tt>he sea whips and sings,

    his night filled with silvery swarms.

    High atop the mountain peaks

    the sentinels are weeping;

    they guard the tall white towers

    of the English sulate.

    And g..ypsies of the water

    for their pleasure erect

    little castles of ch shells

    and arbors of greening pine.

    Playing her part moon

    Precosia es.

    The wind sees her and rises,

    the wind that never slumbers.

    Naked Saint Christopher swells,

    watg the girl as he plays

    with tongues of celestial bells

    on an invisible bagpipe.

    Gypsy, let me lift your skirt

    and have a look at you.

    Open in my a fingers

    the blue rose of your womb.

    Precosia throws the tambourine

    and runs away in terror.

    But the virile wind pursues her

    with his breathing and burning sword.

    The sea darkens and roars,

    while.he olive trees turn pale.

    The flutes of darkness sound,

    and a muted gong of the snow.

    Precosia, run, Precosia!

    Or the green wind will catch you!

    Precosia, run, Precosia!

    And look how fast he es!

    A satyr of low-born stars

    with their long and glistening tongues.

    Precosia,<var></var> filled with fear,

    now makes her way to that house

    beyond the tall green pines

    where the English sul lives.

    Alarmed by the anguished cries,

    three riflemen e running,

    their black capes tightly drawn,

    as dowheir brow.

    The Englishman gives the gypsy

    a glass of tepid milk

    and a shot of Holland gin

    which Precosia does not drink.

    And while she tells them, weeping,

    of her strange adventure,

    the wind furiously gnashes

    against the slate roof tiles.

    <strong>Federico García Lorca</strong>

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