Casida of the Rose by Frederico Garcia Lorca (Copy)

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.

~from The Winged Energy of Delight, poems from Europe, Asia
and the Americas, translated by Robert Bly (HarperCollins, 2004)