Ditty Of First Desire

Next Poem

12 / 43

Previous Poem

Federico García Lorca

Fuente Vaqueros

Federico García Lorca

Fuente Vaqueros

Poet's Page Poems More

Activity Quotes Biography Comments Following Followers Statistics My Profile Add New Poem Add New Quote

Next Poem

12 / 43

Previous Poem

Rating: ★3.2

Autoplay

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.

Federico García Lorca

Friday, January 3, 2003

poem poems color

Download image of this poem.

Report this poem

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Robert Murray Smith 02 May 2018

This should have been the poem on the main page today.

1 0 Reply

Bharati Nayak 03 May 2017

Wow- - What a wonderful write ! !

0 0 Reply

Madhabi Banerjee 02 May 2017

awsome. excellent. mind blowing

0 0 Reply

Savita Tyagi 25 April 2017

In the moments when desire fills you up with joy and takes one to a dream like world, those moments are precious. So artistically expressed in this poem.

0 0 Reply

Herod Gabriel 10 July 2010

i believe it is the soul's singing

3 1 Reply

See All Comments

READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem

Poems By Federico García Lorca

Little Viennese Waltz

Lament For Ignacio Sánchez Mejías

Before The Dawn