Sunday, October 03, 2004

The Sunday Archive

My hands had forgotten Lorca

Though my body was full of him, for I
had spent part of last Saturday discussing
his poetry with a Chilean sailor, my hands
had forgotten Lorca.

                               Until tonight, when,
glancing through an anthology,
I came across a poem of his, called Córdoba.

&, opening an atlas to search
for this city, realised as I ran
my fingers over the map of Spain

that I was stroking Lorca’s face.


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