But like love <br />the archers <br />are blind <br /> <br />Upon the green night, <br />the piercing saetas <br />leave traces of warm <br />lily. <br /> <br />The keel of the moon <br />breaks through purple clouds <br />and their quivers <br />fill with dew. <br /> <br />Ay, but like love <br />the archers <br />are blind!<br /><br />Federico García Lorca<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-the-dawn/
