In celebration of the Fresh Melon Green everyone's so crazy about, here's the first stanza of Federico García Lorca's poem "Romance Sonambulo" as translated by William Logan:
Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on the mountain. With the shade around her waist she dreams on her balcony, green flesh, her hair green, with eyes of cold silver. Green, how I want you green. Under the gypsy moon, all things are watching her and she cannot see them.
And here's another poem, this one by Dutch Boy and myself: