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Before The Dawn by Federico García Lorca

But like love
the archers
are blind

Upon the green night,
the piercing saetas
leave traces of warm
lily.

The keel of the moon
breaks through purple clouds
and their quivers
fill with dew.

Ay, but like love
the archers
are blind!

Water Walks: Julie Gough mudlarking on the Thames | Tate

Tasmanian Aboriginal artist Julie Gough takes a walk along a pebble beach alongside the Thames, where uncovered whale bones and a hidden sta...