The poem
The moon came into the forge in her bustle of flowering nard. The little boy stares at her, stares. The boy is staring hard. In the shaken air the moon moves her amrs, and shows lubricious and pure, her breasts of hard tin. "Moon, moon, moon, run! If the gypsies come, they will use your heart to make white necklaces and rings." "Let me dance, my little one. When the gypsies come, they'll find you on the anvil with your lively eyes closed tight. "Moon, moon, moon, run! I can feelheir horses come." "Let me be, my little one, don't step on me, all starched and white!"
Closer comes the the horseman, drumming on the plain. The boy is in the forge; his eyes are closed. Through the olive grove come the gypsies, dream and bronze, their heads held high, their hooded eyes.
Oh, how the night owl calls, calling, calling from its tree! The moon is climbing through the sky with the child by the hand.
They are crying in the forge, all the gypsies, shouting, crying. The air is veiwing all, views all. The air is at the viewing.
This presents a contrasting image to the personification of the moon in his play, 'bodas de sangre' (blood wedding) as it is a purer, gental female character, perhaps linked with the vestial virgins, Diana and Artemis, who symbolises a protective innocence of the moon. The motivation of Lorca's two moons appears to be similar, however, as they simply want to experience life and to 'dance'.