Federico García Lorca

(5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936 / Fuente Vaqueros)

Gacela Of The Dark Death - Poem by Federico García Lorca

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.

Comments about Gacela Of The Dark Death by Federico García Lorca

  • Rookie - 6 Points Dawn Fuzan (5/11/2014 8:11:00 AM)

    Nice poem federico keep it up (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Aashish Ameya (1/24/2007 10:34:00 PM)

    Simply superb, portraying the situation in which Lorca was caught and saw brutal cruelty of bourgeois society. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jacob R (7/12/2006 4:23:00 PM)

    You My Friend
    Even Thou you are long gone
    You are still something special (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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