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.

turn orange-colored.
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.

turn orange-colored.
turn the color of love.

Comments about Ditty Of First Desire

This should have been the poem on the main page today.
Wow- - What a wonderful write ! !
awsome. excellent. mind blowing
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.
i believe it is the soul's singing

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