Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint
Read 'Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint' by 'Federico García Lorca' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.
I am afraid of being on this shore
a branchless trunk and what I most regret
is having no flower pulp or clay
for the worm of my despair.
If you are my hidden treasure
if you are my cross my dampened pain
if I am a dog and you alone my master
never let me lose what I have gained
and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn.
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