The little boy was
looking for his voice.
(The king of the
crickets had it.)
In a drop of water
the little boy was
looking for his voice.
I do not want it for
speaking with;
I will make a ring of
it
so that he may wear my
silence
on his little finger
In a drop of water
the little boy was
looking for his voice.
(The captive voice, far
away,
put on a cricket's
clothes.)
Federico García Lorca
translated by W. S.
Merwin
(Picture: untitled, Zdislav Beksinski)
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