by Federico García Lorca （Translated by W. S. Merwin） 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 so that he may wear my silence on his little finger In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. （The captive voice， far away，put on a cricket's clothes.）