Casida of the Dark Doves

On the branches of a laurel tree
I saw two dark doves.
One was the sun.
the other the moon.
"Little neighbors," I said to them:
"Where is my grave?"
"In my tail," said the sun.
"In my throat," said the moon.
And I who was walking
with the earth around my waist
saw two snow-white eagles
and a naked girl.

Lorca