Federico Garcia Lorca
Federico Garcia Lorca
Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca, known as Federico García Lorcawas a Spanish poet, playwright, and theatre director...
NationalitySpanish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth5 June 1898
CountrySpain
shadow tears immense
...I am the immense shadow of my tears
dying want toes
I want to be a poet, from head to toe, living and dying by poetry.
seeds
My God, I have come with the seeds of questions. I planted them, and they never flowered.
love wind green
Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verde ramas. Green I love you green. Green Wind. Green branches.
wind knives desire
I put my head out of my window and see how much the wind’s knife wants to slice it off. On this unseen guillotine, I’ve placed the eyeless head of all my desires.
want wants-to-be-alone corners
What's the furthest corner? Because that's where I want to be, alone with the only thing that I love.
eye two shadow
In our eyes the roads are endless. Two are crossroads of the shadow.
beautiful butterfly beard
Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies.
rocks apples mirrors
Adam & Eve. The serpent cracked the mirror in a thousand pieces, & the apple was his rock.
stories ends thousand
If I told you the whole story it would never end...What's happened to me has happened to a thousand woman.
shining sometimes spit
Even money, which shines so much, spits sometimes.
kings boys voice
The Little Mute Boy The little 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 In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. (The captive voice, far away, put on a cricket's clothes.) Translated by William S. Merwin
boys white afternoon
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
spiritual new-york exercise
New York is a meeting place for every race in the world, but the Chinese, Armenians, Russians, and Germans remain foreigners. So does everyone except the blacks. There is no doubt but that the blacks exercise great influence in North America, and, no matter what anyone says, they are the most delicate, spiritual element in that world.