In the garden’s night,
six gypsy girls,
dressed in white,
are dancing.
In the garden’s night,
crowned
with paper roses
and jasmine.
In the garden’s night,
their teeth – mother-of-pearl –
score the burnt
shadow.
And in the garden’s night,
their shadows lengthen
and reach up to the sky,
all purple.
(F. Garcia Lorca)
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