Encounter
By
Federico García Lorca
From Poema Del Cante Jondo
(Poem of the Deep South)
Neither you nor I are
ready
to find one another.
You . . . for reasons you know.
I loved her so much!
Follow that narrow path.
In my hands
I’ve got holes
from the nails.
Can’t you see how
I’m bleeding to death?
Never glance back,
continue on slowly
and pray the way I do,
to see San Cayetano,
for neither you nor I are
ready
to find one another.
“Neither you nor I are ready to find one another.” Oh my, is there a more perfect line? García Lorca is another favorite poet, and this is certainly one of my favorite lines in piece of poetry – so much said in so few words, and so often applicable, at least to my own life, if not yours’ as well.
