Casida of the Rose
… The rose
was not searching for the sunrise:
almost eternal on its branch,
it was searching for something else.
… The rose
was not searching for darkness or science:
borderline of flesh and dream,
it was searching for something else.
… The rose
was not searching for the rose.
Motionless in the sky
it was searching for something else.
by Frederico García Lorca
translation by Robert Bly
from News of the Universe
Sierra Club Books, 1995