The lines above are from Lorca, a poem called, in English, Procession. The translation: Down the narrow street come strange unicorns. From what field, from what mythical forest? The next line: Closer still, now they appear to be astronomers. Do you want to know the rest? You’ll have to search 🙂 Translation by Carlos Bauer.Â
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