Federico Garcia Lorca
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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
unrequited-love memorable punishment
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
ocean moon window
Moon like a large stainedglass window that breaks on the ocean.
steps world earth
Every step we take on earth brings us to a new world.
worry worried born
As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die.
travel cities two
The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.
archer sky rivers
Seville is a tower full of fine archers.... Under the arch of the sky, across the clear plain, she shoots the constant arrow of her river.
seeds
My God, I have come with the seeds of questions. I planted them, and they never flowered.
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.
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
labyrinth world giants
I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads
distance doors silence
We're all like the little sailor. From the harbors we hear the strains of accordions and the murky soapy noises of the docks, from the mountains we receive the dish of silence that the shepherds eat, but we don't hear more than our own distances. And what distances without end and without doors and without mountains!
white wife today
The bride, the white bride today a maiden, tomorrow a wife.