El remanso del aire
bajo la rama del eco.
El remanso del agua
bajo fronda de luceros.
El remanso de tu boca
bajo espesura de besos.
Variation
That still pool of the air
under the branch of an echo.
That still pool of the water
under a frond of bright stars.
That still pool of your mouth
under a thicket of kisses.
Lorca’s hypnotic homage to an unforgettable pair of lips is palpably erotic. It also has a Zen like aspect which beguiles. The slow, fascinated repetitions linger moistly in the mouth until we reach the expectant ‘pool’ of mouth and consummate the languor in rapturous contact.
Works in both languages!
Hearkening indeed!