Spanish
Fasten black eyes on me. I ask nothing of you under the peach trees, Fasten your black eyes in my gray with the spear of a storm. The air under the peach blossoms is a haze of pink.
Carl Sandburg
Fasten black eyes on me. I ask nothing of you under the peach trees, Fasten your black eyes in my gray with the spear of a storm. The air under the peach blossoms is a haze of pink.
Carl Sandburg’s speaker asks someone with black eyes to stare directly at him. There is no other request—just that fixed, almost piercing gaze under peach trees. The repeated word “fasten” gives the moment a sense of urgency and physical force, as if the look itself can hold him.
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