Federico García Lorca

(5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936 / Fuente Vaqueros)

Ditty Of First Desire

Poem by Federico García Lorca

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.


Comments about Ditty Of First Desire by Federico García Lorca

  • Robert Murray SmithRobert Murray Smith (5/2/2018 12:45:00 AM)

    This should have been the poem on the main page today.(Report)Reply

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  • Bharati NayakBharati Nayak (5/3/2017 9:11:00 AM)

    Wow- - What a wonderful write ! !(Report)Reply

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  • Madhabi BanerjeeMadhabi Banerjee (5/2/2017 6:14:00 AM)

    awsome. excellent. mind blowing(Report)Reply

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  • Savita TyagiSavita Tyagi (4/25/2017 8:43:00 AM)

    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.(Report)Reply

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  • Herod Gabriel (7/10/2010 4:01:00 AM)

    i believe it is the soul's singing(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003