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I wrote a contrafactum to rhythm changes today. Or I should say that one just occurred to the fingers of my right hand as I was playing, aft...

Thursday, April 16, 2015

22. Tal vez la mano en sueños

Tal vez la mano, en sueños,
del sembrador de estrellas,
hizo sonar la música olvidada

como una nota de la lira inmensa,
y la ola humilde a nuestros labios vino
de unas pocas palabras verdaderas.

I'm sorry. There are poems so great, that I remember the emotion I read them with in 1977 and still feel that way today. The best poetry of Machado, Lorca, and Hernández almost makes me feel physical pain.

Compare to Bécquer: "Yo sé un himno gigante y extraño."

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