With gentle red assaults, Dawn, I was granting you names: <br />Mistaken dream, Angel without exit, Falsehood of rain in the trees. <br /> At the edges of my soul, that recalls the rivers, <br />Indecisive, hesitant, still. <br />Spilt star, Confused light weeping, Glass without voice? <br /> No. <br />Error of snow in water, is your name.<br /><br />Rafael Alberti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/naming-the-dawn/
