All Poems
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Arbol?, Arbol? . . .
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Tree, tree
dry and green.The girl with the pretty face
is out picking olives.
The wind, playboy of towers,
Weeping
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Weeping,
I go down the street
Grotesque, without solution
With the sadness of Cyrano
And Quixote.
La Casada Infiel
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Y que yo me la llev? al r?o
creyendo que era mozuela,
pero ten?a marido.
Fue la noche de Santiago
Train Ride
© Federico Garcia Lorca
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
Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint
© Federico Garcia Lorca
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.
Lament For Ignacio Sanchez Mejias
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Tell the moon to come,
for I do not want to see the blood
of Ignacio on the sand.
The Weeping
© Federico Garcia Lorca
I have shut my windows.
I do not want to hear the weeping.
But from behind the grey walls.
Nothing is heard but the weeping.
City That Does Not Sleep
© Federico Garcia Lorca
One day
the horses will live in the saloons
and the enraged ants
will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in the
eyes of cows.
Ballad of the Moon
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Oh, how the night owl calls,
calling, calling from its tree!
The moon is climbing through the sky
with the child by the hand.
La Guitarra
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Empieza el llanto
de la guitarra.
Se rompen las copas
de la madrugada.
Muerte De Anto?ito El Camborio
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Voces de muerte sonaron
cerca del Guadalquivir.
Voces antiguas que cercan
voz de clavel varonil.
Romance Son?mbulo
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Green, how I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship out on the sea
and the horse on the mountain.
Romance De La Luna
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Huye luna, luna, luna,
que ya siento sus caballos.
N?no, d?jame, no pises
mi blancor almidonado.
At The Other End Of The Telescope
© George Bradley
the people are very small and shrink,
dwarves on the way to netsuke hell
bound for a flea circus in full
retreat toward sub-atomic particles--
When Day Is Done
© Rabindranath Tagore
If the day is done,
if birds sing no more,
if the wind has flagged tired,
then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,
even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep
and tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.
When and Why
© Rabindranath Tagore
When I bring you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there
is such a play of colours on clouds, on water, and why flowers are
painted in tints-when I give coloured toys to you, my child.
When I sing to make you dance, I truly know why there is music
Vocation
© Rabindranath Tagore
When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our
lane.
Every day I meet the hawker crying, "Bangles, crystal
bangles!"
Untimely Leave
© Rabindranath Tagore
No more noisy, loud words from me---such is my master's will.
Henceforth I deal in whispers.
The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.
Twelve O'Clock
© Rabindranath Tagore
Mother, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at my
book all the morning.
You say it is only twelve o'clock. Suppose it isn't any later;
can't you ever think it is afternoon when it is only twelve
Threshold
© Rabindranath Tagore
When in the morning I looked upon the light
I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world,
that the inscrutable without name and form
had taken me in its arms in the form of my own mother.
