by Federico Garcia Lorca
(6) Tree Line
While the language (of this translation) is pretty straightforward, "Romance Sonambulo" can be almost deceptively simple. One minute it looks like smooth sailing, and the next you find yourself hiking up a steep ravine. That's because Lorca uses a lot of discrete, disconnected images that don't necessarily make literal sense. That's part of the fun, though. For example, what would it feel like to swing from a moon icicle? Trying to track with the wildly imaginative leaps in this poem might be closest thing to that.