i think these last verses from this Lorca poem are exquisite and also I feel like I did such a good job translating them?? I already posted about them I think but you guys are getting them again. Be grateful...

Will I love you like I loved you then

Sometime? At what fault

Is my heart?

If the fog vanishes,

What other passion awaits me?

Will it be calm and pure?

If only my fingers could

Defoliate the moon!

Also I think this is so directed at Dalí. ;)