Go, drinking fields and cities, <br />Transformed to a great deer of water, <br />Be the ocean of bright dawns, <br />The kingfisher's nest on the waves. <br /> <br />That I might go on hoping for you, deadened, <br />A done reed, in the high solitudes, <br />Wounded by the air, and needing <br />Your voice, alone among the storms. <br /> <br />Leave me to write, frail cold reed, <br />My name in the running water, <br />Let the wind cry, solitary, river. <br /> <br />My name dissolved now in your snows, <br />Turn again to your upland slopes, <br />Deer of spray, king of the mountain stream.<br /><br />Rafael Alberti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-federico-garc-a-lorca/
