Weeping

Weeping,
I go down the street
Grotesque, without solution
With the sadness of Cyrano
And Quixote.

Redeeming
Infinite impossiblities
With the rhythm of the clock.

by Federico García Lorca

Comments (4)

I love the part about hearing the grown-ups feet walking by outside. I can just picture that little kid. It makes me remember the feel of my summer pajamas and the fan in the window and the subway in the distance.
The poem is not enough bad nor too good
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I remembered this poem from childhood and wanted to read it to my grandchildren. Thank you so much for making it available to me on the internet.