TWO GIRLS
FOR MÁXIMO QUIJANO
LOLA
Under the orange-tree
she washes baby-clothes.
Her eyes of green
and voice of violet.
Ay, love,
under the orange-tree in bloom!
The water in the ditch
flowed, filled with light,
a sparrow chirped
in the little olive-tree.
Ay, love,
under the orange-tree in bloom!
Later, when Lola
has exhausted the soap,
young bullfighters will come.
Ay, love,
under the orange-tree in bloom!
Federico García Lorca
Translation by A. S. Kline
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