All Poems
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Gacela of the Dead Child
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Each afternoon in Granada,
each afternoon, a child dies.
Each afternoon the water sits down
and chats with its companions.
Landscape of a Pissing Multitude
© Federico Garcia Lorca
The men kept to themselves:
they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists.
The women kept to themselves:
they were expecting the death of a boy on a Japanese schooner.
Landscape of a Vomiting Multitude
© Federico Garcia Lorca
The fat lady went first
and the crowds kept looking for pharmacies
where the bitter tropics could be found.
Only when a flag went up and the first dogs arrived
did the entire city rush to the railings of the boardwalk.
Balada Amarilla IV
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Y ahora voy
por este campo
a librar a las ni?as
de galanes malos
y dar monedas de oro
a todos los muchachos.
Muri? Al Amanecer
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Noche de cuatro lunas
y un solo ?rbol,
con una sola sombra
y un solo p?jaro.
Gacela of the Dark Death
© Federico Garcia 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.
Serenata
© Federico Garcia Lorca
The night soaks itself
along the shore of the river
and in Lolita's breasts
the branches die of love.
Soneto
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Largo espectro de plata conmovida
el viento de la noche suspirando,
abri? con mano gris mi vieja herida
y se alej?: yo estaba deseando.
Nocturnos De La Ventana
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Las voces de dos ni?as
ven?an. Sin el esfuerzo,
de la luna del agua,
me fu? a la del cielo.
The Little Mute Boy
© Federico Garcia Lorca
The litle 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.
Gacela of Unforseen Love
© Federico Garcia Lorca
No one understood the perfume
of the dark magnolia of your womb.
Nobody knew that you tormented
a hummingbird of love between your teeth.
The Faithless Wife
© Federico Garcia Lorca
So I took her to the river
believing she was a maiden,
but she already had a husband.
It was on St. James night
Preciosa Y El Aire
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Ni?a, deja que levante
tu vestido para verte.
Abre en mi dedos antiguos
la rosa azul de tu vientre.
Little Viennese Waltz
© Federico Garcia Lorca
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 a thousand-windowed dance hall.
The Gypsy and the Wind
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Gypsy, let me lift your skirt
and have a look at you.
Open in my ancient fingers
the blue rose of your womb.
Fare Well
© Federico Garcia Lorca
If I die,
leave the balcony open.The little boy is eating oranges.
(From my balcony I can see him.)The reaper is harvesting the wheat.
(From my balcony I can hear him.)If I die,
