Federico Garcia Lorca Poems (45 Poems)
Ode to Salvador Dali (Federico Garcia Lorca Poems)
A rose in the high garden you desire.A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist fog,The grays watching over the last balustrades. The modern painters in their white ateliersclip the square root’s sterilized flower.In the … Continue reading
Piccolo Valzer Viennese (Federico Garcia Lorca Poems)
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze,una spalla dove piange la mortee un bosco di colombe disseccate.C’e’ un frammento del mattinonel museo della brina.C’è un salone con mille vetrate. Ahi! Ahi! Ahi! Ahi! Prendi questo valzer con la bocca chiusa. Questo … Continue reading
Dawn (Federico Garcia Lorca Poems)
Dawn in New York hasfour columns of mireand a hurricane of black pigeonssplashing in the putrid waters. Dawn in New York groanson enormous fire escapessearching between the anglesfor spikenards of drafted anguish. Dawn arrives and no one receives it in … Continue reading
Seranata (Federico Garcia Lorca Poems)
The night soaks itself along the shore of the river and in Lolita’s breasts the branches die of love. The branches die of love. Naked the night sings above the bridges of March. Lolita bathes her body with salt water … Continue reading
Sonnet (Federico Garcia Lorca Poems)
I know that my profile will be serenein the north of an unreflecting sky.Mercury of vigil, chaste mirrorto break the pulse of my style. For if ivy and the cool of linenare the norm of the body I leave … Continue reading
Adam (Federico Garcia Lorca Poems)
A tree of blood soaks the morningwhere the newborn woman groans.Her voice leaves glass in the woundand on the panes, a diagram of bone. The coming light establishes and winswhite limits of a fable that forgetsthe tumult of veins … Continue reading
Declaring (Federico Garcia Lorca Poems)
Find them a conscience declared in an absolute casual sun, find them a feat declared by the happy … Continue reading
The Guitar (Federico Garcia Lorca Poems)
The weeping of the guitarbegins.The goblets of dawnare smashed.The weeping of the guitarbegins.Uselessto silence it.Impossibleto silence it.It weeps monotonouslyas water weepsas the wind weepsover snowfields.Impossibleto silence it.It weeps for distantthings.Hot southern sandsyearning for white camellias.Weeps arrow without targetevening without morningand … Continue reading
The Song of the Barren Orange Tree (Federico Garcia Lorca Poems)
Woodcutter.Cut my shadow from me.Free me from the tormentof being without fruit. Why was I born among mirrors?Day goes round and round me.The night copies mein all its stars. I want to live without my reflection.And then let me dreamthat … Continue reading
Las Seis Cuerdas (Federico Garcia Lorca Poems)
La guitarra,hace llorar a los sueños.El sollozo de las almasperdidas,se escapa por su bocaredonda.Y como la tarántulateje una gran estrellapara cazar suspiros,que flotan en su negro aljibe de madera. (Federico Garcia Lorca)
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