Federico Garcia Lorca
Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint
Never let me lose the marvel Of your statue-like eyes, or the accent The solitary rose of your breath Places on my cheek at night. I am afraid of being, on this shore, A
Little Viennese Waltz
In Vienna there are ten little girls, A shoulder for death to cry on, And a forest of dried pigeons. There is a fragment of tomorrow In the museum of winter frost. There is
Ballad of the Moon
The moon came into the forge In her bustle of flowering nard. The little boy stares at her, stares. The boy is staring hard. In the shaken air The moon moves her amrs, And
La Guitarra
Empieza el llanto De la guitarra. Se rompen las copas De la madrugada. Empieza el llanto De la guitarra. Es inъtil Callarla. Es imposible Callarla. Llora monуtona Como llora el agua, Como llora el
Gacela of the Dead Child
Each afternoon in Granada, Each afternoon, a child dies. Each afternoon the water sits down And chats with its companions. The dead wear mossy wings. The cloudy wind and the clear wind Are two
Train Ride
After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan Of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot Of a larger arc into the green of evening; I remembered that noon I saw a gradual bud Still white; though
The Gypsy and the Wind
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes Along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing From her rhythmic tambourine, Falls where the sea whips and sings, His night filled with
Saturday Paseo: Adelina
Oranges Do not grow in the sea Neither is there love in Sevilla. You in Dark and the I the sun that’s hot, Loan me your parasol. I’ll wear my jealous reflection, Juice of
La Casada Infiel
Y que yo me la llevй al rнo Creyendo que era mozuela, Pero tenнa marido. Fue la noche de Santiago Y casi por compromiso. Se apagaron los faroles Y se encendieron los grillos. En
Weeping
Weeping, I go down the street Grotesque, without solution With the sadness of Cyrano And Quixote. Redeeming Infinite impossiblities With the rhythm of the clock. (The captive voice, far away. Put on a cricket’
Paisaje
El campo De olivos Se abre y se cierra Como un abanico. Sobre el olivar Hay un cielo hundido Y una lluvia oscura De luceros frнos. Tiembla junco y penumbra A la orilla del
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
Adivinanza De La Guitarra
En la redonda Encrucijada, Seis doncellas Bailan. Tres de carne Y tres de plata. Los sueсos de ayer las buscan Pero las tiene abrazadas Un Polifemo de oro. ЎLa guitarra!
Romance De La Luna
La luna vino a la fragua Con su polisуn de nardos. El niсo la mira mira. El niсo la estб mirando. En el aire conmovido Mueve la luna sus brazos Y enseсa, lъbrica y
Lament For Ignacio Sanchez Mejias
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