Federico García Lorca: “Encounter”

Encounter

Neither you nor I
are ready
to find each other.

You … you know why.
And I loved her so much!
Follow that narrow path.

In my hands
are holes
from the nails.

Don’t you see
how I’m bleeding
to death?

Don’t look back,
go slowly
and pray as I do
to San Cayetano,

for neither you nor I
are ready
to find each other.

Federico García Lorca

Translated from Spanish by Paul Weinfield, © 2015
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