FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA: The Moon Comes Out

(from the Spanish of Federico García Lorca)

The moon comes out
and bells ring unheard;
impenetrable
pathways appear.

The moon comes out
and sea covers the land;
the heart feels like
an island in infinite space.

Nobody eats oranges
under a full moon.
You have to eat
green fruit, ice-cold.

The moon comes out
from a hundred identical faces
and silver money
sobs in the purse.