Federico García Lorca

Federico García Lorca

1898–1936 · lived 38 years ES ES

Federico García Lorca was a Spanish poet, playwright, and theatre director, widely regarded as one of the most important figures of the Generation of '27. His work is characterized by its lyrical intensity, exploration of Andalusian folklore, and profound engagement with themes of love, death, desire, and social injustice. Lorca's poetic and dramatic output, infused with elements of surrealism and symbolism, has had a lasting impact on Spanish and world literature.

n. 1898-06-05, Fuente Vaqueros · m. 1936-08-18, Víznar

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The Old Lizard

The Old Lizard

In the parched path
I have seen the good lizard
(one dropp of crocodile)
meditating.
With his green frock-coat
of an abbot of the devil,
his correct bearing
and his stiff collar,
he has the sad air
of an old professor.
Those faded eyes
of a broken artist,
how they watch the afternoon
in dismay!


Is this, my friend,
your twilight constitutional?
Please use your cane,
you are very old, Mr. Lizard,
and the children of the village
may startle you.
What are you seeking in the path,
my near-sighted philosopher,
if the wavering phantasm
of the parched afternoon
has broken the horizon?


Are you seeking the blue alms
of the moribund heaven?
A penny of a star?
Or perhaps
you've been reading a volume
of Lamartine, and you relish
the plateresque trills
of the birds?


(You watch the setting sun,
and your eyes shine,
oh, dragon of the frogs,
with a human radiance.
Ideas, gondolas without oars,
cross the shadowy
waters of your
burnt-out eyes.)


Have you come looking
for that lovely lady lizard,
green as the wheatfields
of May,
as the long locks
of sleeping pools,
who scorned you, and then



left you in your field?
Oh, sweet idyll, broken
among the sweet sedges!
But, live! What the devil!
I like you.
The motto 'I oppose
the serpent' triumphs
in that grand double chin
of a Christian archbishop.


Now the sun has dissolved
in the cup of the mountains,
and the flocks
cloud the roadway.
It is the hour to depart:
leave the dry path
and your meditations.
You will have time
to look at the stars
when the worms are eating you
at their leisure.


Go home to your house
by the village, of the crickets!
Good night, my friend
Mr. Lizard!


Now the field is empty,
the mountains dim,
the roadway deserted.
Only, now and again,
a cuckoo sings in the darkness
of the poplar trees.
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Bio

Identification and basic context

Full name: Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca. Pseudonyms or heteronyms: He sometimes used the pseudonym "Maestro" when signing off on letters or collaborating, but not for his published works. Date and place of birth (and death, if applicable): Born June 5, 1898, in Fuente Vaqueros, Granada, Spain. Executed on August 19, 1936, near Granada. Family background, social class, and cultural context of origin: Born into a relatively prosperous landowning family in Andalusia. His father, Federico García Rodríguez, was a landowner, and his mother, Vicenta Lorca Romero, was a schoolteacher. His upbringing was steeped in the rich cultural traditions of Andalusia, including flamenco music, bullfighting, and rural life, which deeply influenced his artistic sensibility. Nationality and language(s) of writing: Spanish; wrote exclusively in Spanish. Historical context in which they lived: Lorca lived during a tumultuous period in Spanish history, including the reign of Alfonso XIII, the rise of the Second Spanish Republic, and the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War. His life and work were marked by the social and political tensions of the era, particularly the conflict between tradition and modernity, and the struggles of marginalized groups.

Childhood and education

Family background and social environment: His family was supportive of his artistic inclinations. His mother, in particular, encouraged his love for music and literature. He grew up surrounded by the vibrant folk culture of Andalusia. Formal education and self-education: He studied at the Colegio del Sacro Corazón in Granada and later at the University of Granada, where he pursued law, literature, and philosophy. He was an avid reader and learned much through self-study and exposure to artistic circles. Early influences (readings, culture, religion, politics): His early influences included Andalusian folk music and poetry (cante jondo), the works of Spanish poets like Rubén Darío and Antonio Machado, and the global literary movements of symbolism and surrealism. He was also deeply moved by the plight of the Roma people and other marginalized communities in Spain. Literary, philosophical, or artistic movements absorbed: Lorca was influenced by symbolism, surrealism, and the avant-garde movements of his time, which he integrated into his unique poetic and dramatic style. He was a key figure in the Generation of '27, a group of Spanish poets who sought to fuse traditional Spanish forms with avant-garde innovations. Significant events in youth: His move to Madrid in 1919 to study at the Residencia de Estudiantes, a vibrant intellectual hub, was a pivotal moment. There, he met prominent figures like Salvador Dalí and Luis Buñuel, forging lifelong friendships and artistic connections.

Literary trajectory

Beginning of writing (when and how it started): Lorca began writing poetry and prose at a young age, encouraged by his mother and his intellectual environment. His first published book was a collection of prose pieces, "Impressions and Landscapes" (1918), followed by his first poetry collection, "Book of Poetry" (1921). Development over time (phases, changes in style): His early work showed strong influences of Modernism and Romanticism. His "Gypsy Ballads" (1928) marked a significant development, blending folk traditions with surreal imagery. His later plays, such as "Blood Wedding" (1933) and "The House of Bernarda Alba" (1936), demonstrated his mastery of dramatic form, exploring profound social and psychological themes. Chronological evolution of the work: From his early lyrical poems and narrative ballads to his innovative dramas, Lorca's work evolved, becoming increasingly complex in its thematic depth and stylistic sophistication. Contributions to magazines, newspapers, and anthologies: He contributed to numerous literary journals and magazines, both in Spain and abroad. His poems and plays were widely anthologized and discussed. Activity as a critic, translator, or editor: Lorca was also involved in theatre direction and staging. He was part of the traveling theatre group "La Barraca," which aimed to bring classical Spanish theatre to rural audiences. He also translated works by other poets and playwrights.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Major works with dates and context of production: Poetry: "Gypsy Ballads" (Romancero Gitano, 1928), "Poet in New York" (Poeta en Nueva York, written 1929-1930, published 1940), "Lament for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías" (Llanto por Ignacio Sánchez Mejías, 1935). Plays: "Mariana Pineda" (1927), "Blood Wedding" (Bodas de Sangre, 1933), "Yerma" (1934), "The House of Bernarda Alba" (La Casa de Bernarda Alba, 1936). Dominant themes — love, death, time, nature, identity, homeland, spirituality, etc.: Love (often passionate, tragic, and unfulfilled), death (inevitable and often violent), desire, repression, social injustice, the tragic fate of marginalized individuals (especially women and the Roma), nature (as a powerful, often destructive force), and the conflict between instinct and societal norms. Form and structure — use of the sonnet, free verse, fixed forms, metrical experimentation: Lorca masterfully blended traditional Spanish forms (like the ballad) with free verse and surrealist experimentation. His poetry is known for its musicality, employing varied rhythms and rhyme schemes. His plays often followed classical structures but were infused with poetic language and modern themes. Poetic devices (metaphor, rhythm, musicality): His work is rich in striking metaphors, vivid imagery, symbolism, and musicality. He drew heavily on Andalusian folklore, using traditional motifs and rhythms to create a unique and powerful poetic voice. Tone and poetic voice — lyrical, satirical, elegiac, epic, ironic, confessional: His tone varies from lyrical and passionate to elegiac and tragic. There is often an undercurrent of lament for lost beauty and an indictment of societal cruelty. His voice is deeply human, empathetic, and often imbued with a sense of impending doom. Poetic voice (personal, universal, fragmented, etc.): His poetic voice is deeply personal, drawing from his own experiences and emotions, yet it achieves a universal resonance through its exploration of fundamental human struggles and desires. Language and style — vocabulary, imagery density, preferred rhetorical devices: Lorca's language is evocative, sensual, and intensely imagistic. He used rich vocabulary, drawing from both learned traditions and the vernacular of Andalusia. His use of metaphor, personification, and synesthesia is particularly notable. Formal or thematic innovations introduced into literature: He revitalized traditional Spanish poetic forms and infused them with modernist and surrealist sensibilities. His plays broke new ground in their exploration of psychological depth and social critique, presented through poetic language. Relationship with tradition and modernity: Lorca masterfully synthesized tradition and modernity, grounding his avant-garde techniques in the rich heritage of Spanish folk culture and classical literature. Associated literary movements (e.g., symbolism, modernism): He is a leading figure of the Generation of '27, often associated with Spanish Surrealism and Symbolism, though his unique style transcends any single movement. Lesser-known or unpublished works: Lorca left behind many unpublished poems and plays, some of which have been discovered and published posthumously. His early experimental works also reveal a less polished but equally passionate artist.

Cultural and historical context

Relationship with historical events (wars, revolutions, regimes): Lorca was deeply affected by the political instability in Spain and the rise of fascism, which culminated in the Civil War. His assassination by Nationalist forces is a tragic symbol of the war's brutality and the suppression of artistic and intellectual freedom. Relationship with other writers or literary circles: He was a central figure in the vibrant literary and artistic scene of Madrid, befriending and collaborating with prominent figures like Dalí, Buñuel, Rafael Alberti, and Manuel de Falla. He was a key member of the Generation of '27. Generation or movement to which they belong (e.g., Romanticism, Modernism, Surrealism): He is the most internationally recognized member of the Generation of '27, a group that aimed to revive Spanish poetry by combining traditional forms with avant-garde innovations. Political or philosophical stance: While not overtly a political activist, Lorca was a vocal defender of human rights and a critic of oppression and injustice. His work often champions the marginalized and expresses solidarity with the oppressed. His liberal views and association with Republican intellectuals made him a target for the Nationalist regime. Influence of society and culture on the work: The specific cultural milieu of Andalusia, with its unique traditions of music, dance, and folklore, was fundamental to his work. The social and political climate of Spain, marked by conflict and inequality, provided the backdrop for his explorations of human suffering and societal repression. Dialogues and tensions with contemporaries: He engaged in lively intellectual debates with his contemporaries, pushing the boundaries of art and literature. His work often explored tensions between instinct and societal convention, a theme common among his generation. Critical reception during life vs. posthumous recognition: During his lifetime, Lorca was celebrated as a brilliant poet and playwright, achieving significant fame in Spain and internationally. His assassination tragically amplified his posthumous fame, making him a symbol of artistic persecution and a martyr for freedom of expression. His reputation has only grown over time.

Personal life

Significant emotional and family relationships and how they shaped the work: His mother's influence was crucial. His friendships with artists like Dalí and Buñuel were deeply formative, though his relationships were complex and sometimes fraught with romantic tension. His experiences with unrequited love and his sensitivity to the emotional lives of others deeply informed his art. Friendships and literary rivalries: He had a wide circle of friends and admirers within the artistic avant-garde. While his friendships were generally harmonious, the intense artistic and personal relationships he shared, particularly with Dalí, were subjects of much discussion. Personal experiences and crises, illnesses, or conflicts: His exile to New York (1929-1930) was a period of intense personal crisis and creative re-evaluation, resulting in "Poet in New York." His struggles with his own homosexuality in a deeply conservative society also informed his themes of repression and marginalization. Parallel professions (if they did not live solely from poetry): He was actively involved in theatre, serving as director of "La Barraca," and his plays were his primary source of income and public recognition as a dramatist. Religious, spiritual, or philosophical beliefs: Lorca's beliefs were complex, blending a Catholic upbringing with a more pantheistic reverence for nature and a deep empathy for human suffering. His work often touches on spiritual themes but is critical of institutionalized religion when it contributes to repression. Political positions and civic engagement: He was sympathetic to the Republican cause and spoke out against social injustice and repression. His support for the Republic and his openly liberal stance made him a target for the Nationalist regime. His death is often seen as a political act.

Recognition and reception

Place in national and international literature: Lorca is considered one of the greatest Spanish poets of the 20th century and a master playwright. His work has achieved international acclaim and is widely translated and performed. Awards, distinctions, and institutional recognition: He received numerous awards and accolades for his poetry and plays during his lifetime. His status as a cultural icon has only grown since his death. Critical reception at the time and over time: He was critically acclaimed during his lifetime as a major literary talent. Posthumously, his work has been subject to extensive critical analysis, with scholars exploring its symbolic depth, social commentary, and artistic innovation. He is universally recognized for his genius. Popularity vs. academic recognition: Lorca enjoys immense popularity with the general public worldwide, while also being a subject of intense academic study and critical acclaim.

Influences and legacy

Authors who influenced them: Andalusian folk tradition, Spanish Golden Age poets (like Góngora), Symbolists (like Baudelaire), and Surrealists (like André Breton). He also admired the work of other Generation of '27 poets. Poets and movements they influenced: Lorca's unique blend of folk tradition, symbolism, and surrealism has influenced countless poets and playwrights worldwide. His exploration of marginalized voices and social themes has inspired subsequent generations of artists. Impact on national and world literature and on later generations of poets: He is a foundational figure in modern Spanish literature and a major influence on 20th-century poetry and drama globally. His themes of love, death, and oppression continue to resonate powerfully. Inclusion in the literary canon: Lorca is an indispensable part of the Spanish literary canon and a major figure in the global literary canon. Translations and international dissemination: His works have been translated into virtually every major language and are continuously performed and studied internationally. Adaptations (music, theater, film): His plays have been adapted into numerous films, operas, and ballets. His poetry has been set to music by many composers, including Manuel de Falla and Leonard Bernstein. Academic studies dedicated to the work: An enormous body of scholarly work exists on Lorca, examining his poetry, plays, artistic development, biographical context, and political significance.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Possible readings of the work: Lorca's work can be interpreted through various lenses: as expressions of individual psychological struggles, as social critiques of repression and injustice, as explorations of universal themes of love and death, and as celebrations of Andalusian culture. His engagement with his own homosexuality provides another crucial interpretive layer. Philosophical and existential themes: His work grapples with the fundamental questions of life and death, the nature of desire, the consequences of repression, and the struggle for freedom. He often portrays a universe where destiny is inescapable and often tragic. Controversies or critical debates: Debates often surround the extent to which his work is overtly political versus deeply personal. The interpretation of his symbols, particularly those related to sexuality and death, is also a subject of ongoing critical discussion.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Lesser-known aspects of personality: Despite the tragic themes in his work, Lorca was known for his charm, wit, and vibrant personality. He was a gifted pianist and composer and had a lifelong passion for music. Contradictions between life and work: While his work often depicts stark tragedy, Lorca himself possessed a lively and often playful spirit. This juxtaposition between the darkness of his themes and the light of his personality is part of his enduring fascination. Significant or anecdotal episodes that illuminate the author’s profile: His friendship with Salvador Dalí and Luis Buñuel was marked by intense artistic and personal exchanges, reflecting the vibrant avant-garde culture of the time. His role in "La Barraca" demonstrated his commitment to democratizing art. Objects, places, or rituals associated with poetic creation: The landscape of Andalusia, with its olive groves, cypresses, and gypsies, is integral to his imagery. The guitar, the moon, water, and horses are recurring symbolic motifs in his work. Writing habits: Lorca was known to be a prodigious writer, often composing rapidly but also revising meticulously. He would often use music or drawing as an aid to his writing process. Curious episodes: His early fascination with insects and his childhood superstitions are sometimes noted as charmingly eccentric aspects of his personality. Manuscripts, diaries, or correspondence: His extensive correspondence and surviving manuscripts are invaluable resources for understanding his creative process, his relationships, and his intellectual development. They offer intimate glimpses into his life and artistic vision.

Death and memory

Circumstances of death: Lorca was arrested and executed by Nationalist forces shortly after the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War. The exact circumstances and location of his burial remain uncertain, though it is widely believed he was shot and buried in an unmarked grave. Posthumous publications: Numerous posthumous editions of his works have been published, including plays, poems, and essays that were not released during his lifetime. His legacy continues to be celebrated through performances, publications, and scholarly research.

Poems

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Muerte De Antoñito El Camborio

Muerte De Antoñito El Camborio

Voces de muerte sonaron
cerca del Guadalquivir.
Voces antiguas que cercan
voz de clavel varonil.
Les clavó sobre las botas
mordiscos de jabalí.
En la lucha daba saltos
jabonados de delfín.
Baño con sangre enemiga
su corbata carmesí,
pero eran cuatro puñales
y tuvo que sucumbir.
Cuando las estrellas clavan
rejones al agua gris,
cuando los erales sueñan
verónicas de alhelí,
voces de muerte sonaron
cerca del Guadalquivir.


Antonio Torres Heredia,
Camborio de dura crin,
moreno de verde luna,
voz de clavel varonil:
¿quién te ha quitado la vida
cerca del Guadalquivir?
Mis cuatro primos Heredias
hijos de Benamejí.
Lo que en otros no envidiaban,
ya lo envidiaban en mí.
Zapatos color corinto,
medallones de marfil,
y este cutis amasado
con aceituna y jazmín.
¡Ay Antoñito el Camborio,
digno de una Emperatriz!
Acuérate de la Virgen
porque te vas a morir.
¡Ay Federico García,
llama a la Guardia Civil!
Ya mi talle se ha quebrado
como caña de maíz.

Tres golpes de sangre tuvo
y se murió de perfil.
Viva moneda que nunca
se volverá a repetir.
Un ángel marchoso pone
su cabeza en un cojín.
Otros de rubor cansado,
encendieron un candil.
Y cuando los cuatro primos
llegan a Benamejí,


voces de muerte cesaron
cerca del Guadalquivir.
835

Las Seis Cuerdas

Las Seis Cuerdas

La guitarra,
hace llorar a los sueños.
El sollozo de las almas
perdidas,
se escapa por su boca
redonda.
Y como la tarántula
teje una gran estrella
para cazar suspiros,
que flotan en su negro
aljibe de madera.
661

Gacela of Unforseen Love

Gacela of Unforseen Love

No one understood the perfume
of the dark magnolia of your womb.
Nobody knew that you tormented
a hummingbird of love between your teeth.


A thousand Persian little horses fell asleep
in the plaza with moon of your forehead,
while through four nights I embraced
your waist, enemy of the snow.


Between plaster and jasmins, your glance
was a pale branch of seeds.
I sought in my heart to give you
the ivory letters that say "siempre",


"siempre", "siempre" : garden of my agony,
your body elusive always,
that blood of your veins in my mouth,
your mouth already lightless for my death.
859

Lament for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías

Lament for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías

1. Cogida and death
At five in the afternoon.
It was exactly five in the afternoon.
A boy brought the white sheet
at five in the afternoon.
A frail of lime ready prepared
at five in the afternoon.
The rest was death, and death alone.


The wind carried away the cottonwool
at five in the afternoon.
And the oxide scattered crystal and nickel
at five in the afternoon.
Now the dove and the leopard wrestle
at five in the afternoon.
And a thigh with a desolated horn
at five in the afternoon.
The bass-string struck up
at five in the afternoon.
Arsenic bells and smoke
at five in the afternoon.
Groups of silence in the corners
at five in the afternoon.
And the bull alone with a high heart!
At five in the afternoon.
When the sweat of snow was coming
at five in the afternoon,
when the bull ring was covered with iodine
at five in the afternoon.
Death laid eggs in the wound
at five in the afternoon.
At five in the afternoon.
At five o'clock in the afternoon.


A coffin on wheels is his bed
at five in the afternoon.
Bones and flutes resound in his ears
at five in the afternoon.
Now the bull was bellowing through his forehead
at five in the afternoon.
The room was iridiscent with agony
at five in the afternoon.
In the distance the gangrene now comes
at five in the afternoon.
Horn of the lily through green groins
at five in the afternoon.
The wounds were burning like suns
at five in the afternoon.
At five in the afternoon.
Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon!
It was five by all the clocks!



It was five in the shade of the afternoon!

2. The Spilled Blood
I will not see it!

Tell the moon to come,
for I do not want to see the blood
of Ignacio on the sand.


I will not see it!


The moon wide open.
Horse of still clouds,
and the grey bull ring of dreams
with willows in the barreras.


I will not see it!


Let my memory kindle!
Warm the jasmines
of such minute whiteness!


I will not see it!


The cow of the ancient world
passed har sad tongue
over a snout of blood
spilled on the sand,
and the bulls of Guisando,
partly death and partly stone,
bellowed like two centuries
sated with threading the earth.
No.
I will not see it!


Ignacio goes up the tiers
with all his death on his shoulders.
He sought for the dawn
but the dawn was no more.
He seeks for his confident profile
and the dream bewilders him
He sought for his beautiful body
and encountered his opened blood
Do not ask me to see it!
I do not want to hear it spurt
each time with less strength:
that spurt that illuminates
the tiers of seats, and spills
over the cordury and the leather
of a thirsty multiude.
Who shouts that I should come near!



Do not ask me to see it!


His eyes did not close
when he saw the horns near,
but the terrible mothers
lifted their heads.
And across the ranches,
an air of secret voices rose,
shouting to celestial bulls,
herdsmen of pale mist.
There was no prince in Sevilla
who could compare to him,
nor sword like his sword
nor heart so true.
Like a river of lions
was his marvellous strength,
and like a marble toroso
his firm drawn moderation.
The air of Andalusian Rome
gilded his head
where his smile was a spikenard
of wit and intelligence.
What a great torero in the ring!
What a good peasant in the sierra!
How gentle with the sheaves!
How hard with the spurs!
How tender with the dew!
How dazzling the fiesta!
How tremendous with the final
banderillas of darkness!


But now he sleeps without end.
Now the moss and the grass
open with sure fingers
the flower of his skull.
And now his blood comes out singing;
singing along marshes and meadows,
sliden on frozen horns,
faltering soulles in the mist
stoumbling over a thousand hoofs
like a long, dark, sad tongue,
to form a pool of agony
close to the starry Guadalquivir.
Oh, white wall of Spain!
Oh, black bull of sorrow!
Oh, hard blood of Ignacio!
Oh, nightingale of his veins!
No.
I will not see it!
No chalice can contain it,
no swallows can drink it,
no frost of light can cool it,



nor song nor deluge og white lilies,
no glass can cover mit with silver.
No.
I will not see it!


3. The Laid Out Body
Stone is a forehead where dreames grieve
without curving waters and frozen cypresses.
Stone is a shoulder on which to bear Time
with trees formed of tears and ribbons and planets.


I have seen grey showers move towards the waves
raising their tender riddle arms,
to avoid being caught by lying stone
which loosens their limbs without soaking their blood.


For stone gathers seed and clouds,
skeleton larks and wolves of penumbra:
but yields not sounds nor crystals nor fire,
only bull rings and bull rings and more bull rings without walls.


Now, Ignacio the well born lies on the stone.
All is finished. What is happening! Contemplate his face:
death has covered him with pale sulphur
and has place on him the head of dark minotaur.


All is finished. The rain penetrates his mouth.
The air, as if mad, leaves his sunken chest,
and Love, soaked through with tears of snow,
warms itself on the peak of the herd.


What is they saying? A stenching silence settles down.
We are here with a body laid out which fades away,
with a pure shape which had nightingales
and we see it being filled with depthless holes.


Who creases the shroud? What he says is not true!
Nobody sings here, nobody weeps in the corner,
nobody pricks the spurs, nor terrifies the serpent.
Here I want nothing else but the round eyes
to see his body without a chance of rest.


Here I want to see those men of hard voice.
Those that break horses and dominate rivers;
those men of sonorous skeleton who sing
with a mouth full of sun and flint.


Here I want to see them. Before the stone.
Before this body with broken reins.
I want to know from them the way out
for this captain stripped down by death.



I want them to show me a lament like a river
wich will have sweet mists and deep shores,
to take the body of Ignacio where it looses itself
without hearing the double planting of the bulls.


Loses itself in the round bull ring of the moon
which feigns in its youth a sad quiet bull,
loses itself in the night without song of fishes
and in the white thicket of frozen smoke.


I don't want to cover his face with handkerchiefs
that he may get used to the death he carries.
Go, Ignacio, feel not the hot bellowing
Sleep, fly, rest: even the sea dies!


4. Absent Soul
The bull does not know you, nor the fig tree,
nor the horses, nor the ants in your own house.
The child and the afternoon do not know you
because you have dead forever.


The shoulder of the stone does not know you
nor the black silk, where you are shuttered.
Your silent memory does not know you
because you have died forever


The autumn will come with small white snails,
misty grapes and clustered hills,
but no one will look into your eyes
because you have died forever.


Because you have died for ever,
like all the dead of the earth,
like all the dead who are forgotten
in a heap of lifeless dogs.


Nobady knows you. No. But I sing of you.
For posterity I sing of your profile and grace.
Of the signal maturity of your understanding.
Of your appetite for death and the taste of its mouth.
Of the sadness of your once valiant gaiety.


It will be a long time, if ever, before there is born
an Andalusian so true, so rich in adventure.
I sing of his elegance with words that groan,
and I remember a sad breeze through the olive trees.
792

Gacela of the Dark Death

Gacela of the Dark Death

I want to sleep the dream of the apples,
to withdraw from the tumult of cemetries.
I want to sleep the dream of that child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas.


I don't want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood,
that the putrid mouth goes on asking for water.
I don't want to learn of the tortures of the grass,
nor of the moon with a serpent's mouth
that labors before dawn.


I want to sleep awhile,
awhile, a minute, a century;
but all must know that I have not died;
that there is a stable of gold in my lips;
that I am the small friend of the West wing;
that I am the intense shadows of my tears.


Cover me at dawn with a veil,
because dawn will throw fistfuls of ants at me,
and wet with hard water my shoes
so that the pincers of the scorpion slide.


For I want to sleep the dream of the apples,
to learn a lament that will cleanse me to earth;
for I want to live with that dark child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas.
766

Ditty of First Desire

Ditty of First Desire

In the green morning
I wanted to be a heart.
A heart.


And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.


(Soul,
turn orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.)


In the vivid morning
I wanted to be myself.
A heart.


And at the evening's end
I wanted to be my voice.
A nightingale.


Soul,
turn orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.
701

City That Does Not Sleep

City That Does Not Sleep

In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the
street corner
the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the
stars.


Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
In a graveyard far off there is a corpse
who has moaned for three years
because of a dry countryside on his knee;
and that boy they buried this morning cried so much
it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.


Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!
We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth
or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead
dahlias.
But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;
flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths
in a thicket of new veins,
and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever
and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.


One day
the horses will live in the saloons
and the enraged ants
will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in the
eyes of cows.


Another day
we will watch the preserved butterflies rise from the dead
and still walking through a country of gray sponges and silent boats
we will watch our ring flash and roses spring from our tongue.
Careful! Be careful! Be careful!
The men who still have marks of the claw and the thunderstorm,
and that boy who cries because he has never heard of the invention
of the bridge,
or that dead man who possesses now only his head and a shoe,
we must carry them to the wall where the iguanas and the snakes
are waiting,
where the bear's teeth are waiting,
where the mummified hand of the boy is waiting,
and the hair of the camel stands on end with a violent blue shudder.


Nobody is sleeping in the sky. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is sleeping.
If someone does close his eyes,
a whip, boys, a whip!



Let there be a landscape of open eyes
and bitter wounds on fire.
No one is sleeping in this world. No one, no one.
I have said it before.


No one is sleeping.
But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during the
night,
open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlight
the lying goblets, and the poison, and the skull of the theaters.
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Debussy [with English translation]

Debussy [with English translation]

Mi sombra va silenciosa
por el agua de la acecia.


Por mi sombra están las ranas
privadas de las estrellas.


La sombra manda a mi cuerpo
reflejos de cosas quietas.


Mi sombra va como inmenso
cínife color violeta.


Cien grillos quieren dorar
la luz de la cañavera.


Una luz nace en mi pecho,
reflejado, de la acequia.
~~~~~~~
My shadow glides in silence
over the watercourse.


On account of my shadow
the frogs are deprived of stars.


The shadow sends my body
reflections of quiet things.


My shadow moves like a huge
violet-colored mosquito.


A hundred crickets are trying
to gild the glow of the reeds.


A glow arises in my breast,
the one mirrored in the water.
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Before the Dawn

Before the Dawn

But like love
the archers
are blind

Upon the green night,
the piercing saetas
leave traces of warm
lily.

The keel of the moon
breaks through purple clouds
and their quivers
fill with dew.

Ay, but like love
the archers
are blind!
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Balada Amarilla IV

Balada Amarilla IV

Sobre el cielo
de las margaritas ando.


Yo imagino esta tarde
que soy santo.
Me pusieron la luna
en las manos.
Yo la puse otra vez
en los espacios
y el Señor me premió
con la rosa y el halo.


Sobre el cielo
de las margaritas ando.


Y ahora voy
por este campo
a librar a las niñas
de galanes malos
y dar monedas de oro
a todos los muchachos.


Sobre el cielo
de las margaritas ando.
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