Before The Dawn

But like love
the archers
are blind

Upon the green night,
the piercing saetas
leave traces of warm
lily.

The keel of the moon
breaks through purple clouds
and their quivers
fill with dew.

Ay, but like love
the archers
are blind!

by Federico García Lorca

Comments (7)

Haply God's riddle it, so vague and yet so certain, The soul for it, and all the visible universe for it, And heaven at last for it........touching expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem.
A great riddle heaven indeed is that cannot be defined by all great geniuses, poets, leaders and all as Whitman says!
Such a great composition by Walt Whitman👍👍👍
Open! ! But still a secret! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This is a beautiful poem. Bien!
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