stonepicnicking_okapi

A pretty song-like poem. I got this one and the Basho of yesterday from the World Poetry edition [ed. by Paula Johnson] of the Poetry Rocks series.

Ditty of First Desire by Federico García Lorca [translated by Robert Pring-Mill]

In the green morning
I wanted to be a heart.
A heart.

And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.

Soul, turn orange-colored.
Soul, turn the color of love.

In the vivid morning
I wanted to be myself.
A heart.

And at the evening's end
I wanted to be my voice.
A nightingale.

Soul, turn orange-colored.
Soul, turn the color of love.