The litle 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.
— Federico García Lorca, from “The Little Mute Boy,” The Selected Poems of Federico García Lorca. Translated by W.S. Merwin. (New Directions 1955)