Ghazal of Love Unforseen
No one understood the perfume, ever:
the dark magnolia of your belly.
No one ever knew you martyred
love’s hummingbird between your teeth.
A thousand Persian ponies fell asleep
in the moonlit plaza of your brow
while for four nights through I bound
your waist, the enemy of snow.
Between plaster and jasmine
your glance, pale branch of seed.
I searched my breast to give you
the ivory letters saying: ever.
Ever, ever, my agony’s garden,
your elusive form forever:
blood of your veins in my mouth,
your mouth now lightless for my death.
–Frederico Garcia Lorca
From The Collected Poems: A Bilingual Edition by Federico García Lorca, Christopher Maurer, Editor