Federico García Lorca
Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca was a Spanish poet, dramatist and theatre director. García Lorca achieved international recognition as an emblematic member of the Generation of '27. He may have been shot by anti-communist forces during the Spanish Civil War In 2008, a Spanish judge opened an investigation into Lorca's death. The Garcia Lorca family eventually dropped objections to the excavation of a potential gravesite near Alfacar. However, no human remains were found.
Life and career
García Lorca was born on 5 June 1898, in Fuente Vaqueros, a small town a few miles west of Granada, southern Spain.His father, Federico García ... more »
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Federico García Lorca Poems
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,
Before the Dawn
But like love the archers are blind
Ballad of the Moon
translated by Will Kirkland The moon came into the forge in her bustle of flowering nard.
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.
Las Seis Cuerdas
La guitarra, hace llorar a los sueños. El sollozo de las almas perdidas,
Lament for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon.
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.
Ditty of First Desire
In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. A heart.
Dawn in New York has four columns of mire and a hurricane of black pigeons splashing in the putrid waters.
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
Tree, tree dry and green.
Si muero Dejad el balcón abierto El niño come naranjas
Adivinanza De La Guitarra
En la redonda encrucijada, seis doncellas bailan.
La Casada Infiel
Y que yo me la llevé al río creyendo que era mozuela, pero tenía marido. Fue la noche de Santiago
Quotationsmore quotations »
''The only things that the United States has given to the world are skyscrapers, jazz, and cocktails. That is all. And in Cuba, in our America, they make much better cocktails.''Federico García Lorca (1898-1936), Spanish poet, playwright. Interview, 1933; published in Obras Completas, vol. 3 (1986). Quoted in Poet in New York,...
''In Spain, the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.''Federico García Lorca (1898-1936), Spanish poet, playwright. "The Duende: Theory and Divertissement, Appendix 6," Poet in New York (1940).
''To see you naked is to recall the Earth.''Federico García Lorca (1899-1936), Spanish poet, playwright. Casida de la Mujer Tendida.
''New York is something awful, something monstrous. I like to walk the streets, lost, but I recognize that New York is the world's greatest lie. New York is Senegal with machines.''Federico García Lorca (1898-1936), Spanish poet, playwright. Interview, 1931, also published in: Obras Completas, vol. 3 (1986). Quoted in Poet in New...
''Besides black art, there is only automation and mechanization.''Federico García Lorca (1898-1936), Spanish poet, playwright. Interview, 1936, published in Obras Completas, vol. 3 (1986). Quoted in Poet in New York,...
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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
the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the
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 ...