Lorca, Lorca, Lorca

Another of my all-time favorite poems from Federico G-L:

Gacela of Unforseen Love

Nobody understood the perfume of the dark magnolia of your womb.
Nobody knew that you tormented a hummingbird of love between your teeth.

A thousand persian ponies fell asleep in the moonlit plaza of your forehead,
while through four nights I embraced your waist, enemy of the snow.

Between plaster and jasmine, your glance was a pale branch of seeds.

I sought in my heart to give you the ivory letters that say always, always, always: garden of my agony, your body elusive always, the blood of your veins in my mouth, your mouth already lightless for my death.