Poets are forms of resonance

A poet is a form of resonance with respect to the astonishing the very moment he perceives it. The poet resounds in conjunction with that moment. The very moment he resonates he is urgently driven to find a way to express that resonance in which he unexpectedly finds himself centred.

Me porté como quien soy.

Como un gitano legítimo.

La regalé un costurero

grande de raso pajizo,

y no quise enamorarme

porque teniendo marido

me dijo que era mozuela

cuando la llevaba al río [1]

Here the poet (Federico García Lorca), because of the deception that the woman has operated to be alone with him at night along the riverbank, after he has enjoyed her body, resounds in a vibration that takes the form of resentment:

y no quise enamorarme

porque teniendo marido

me dijo que era mozuela

when he took her to the river.

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[1] I behaved like what I am,
a gipsy through and through.
I gifted her a big sewing box
made of straw-like satin,
and I didn't want to fall in love
because, having a husband
she told me she was a maiden
as I carried her to the river

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