Encounter
Flower of sunlight.
Flower of water.
Myself
Was that you, with breasts of fire,
so that I could not see you?
She
How many times did they brush you,
the ribbons of my dress?
Myself
In your sealed throat, I hear
white voices, of my children.
She
Your children swim in my eyes,
like pale diamonds.
Myself
Was that you, my love? Where were you,
trailing infinite clouds of hair?
She
In the Moon. You smile? Well then,
round the flower of Narcissus.
Myself
In my chest, preventing sleep,
a serpent of ancient kisses.
She
The moment fell open, and settled
its roots on my sighs.
Myself
Joined bythe one breeze, face to face,
we did not know each other!
She
The branches are thickening, go now.
Neither of us two has been born!
Flower of sunlight.
Flower of water.

Federico García Lorca
Translation by A. S. Kline