The Little Mute Boy

The Little boy was looking for his voice.
(The king of the crickets had it.)
In a drop of water
the little boy was looking for his voice.

I do not want it for speaking with;
I will make a ring of it
that my silence will wear
on its little finger.

In a drop of water
the little boy was looking for his voice.

(The captive voice, far away
put on the cricket’s clothes)

Frederico Garcia Lorca (trans W.S. Merwin)

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