Los insectos,
los insectos solos,
crepitantes, mordientes, estremecidos, agrupados,
y la luna.
con un guante de humo sentada en la puerta de
sus derribos.
¡¡la luna!! Extraído de “Luna y panorama de los insectos”.
Federico García Lorca.
New York. 4 de enero de 1930. #luna #federico #garcia #lorca #insectos
Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.
14. Walt Whitman 1 I CELEBRATE myself; And what I assume you shall assume; For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my Soul; I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass. 5 Houses and rooms are full of perfumes—the shelves are crowded with perfumes; I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it; The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not