Federico García Lorca

Ditty of First Desire

  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.

From Selected Verse, Songs, 1921-1924
translated by Alan S. Trueblood

Five poems of García Lorca

Lament for Ignacio Sanchez Mejias

The Faithless Wife

The Gypsy and the Wind

Ditty of First Desire

Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint

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