Spanish poet & playwright (1898-1936)
Since I know you don't like me, don't bother answering, because it would trouble you; but I remember you always and I keep a place for you in my heart, brimful of poetry.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
letter to Melchor Fernandez Almagro, autumn 1924
Death, lonely death,
Beneath the withered leaves.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
Blood Wedding
The snow is falling
on the deserted field
of my life,
and my hopes,
which roam far, are afraid
of becoming frozen or lost.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
"Another Song"
The one thing life has taught me is that most people spend their lives bottled up inside their houses doing the things they hate.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
Yerma
The artist, and particularly the poet, is always an anarchist in the best sense of the word. He must heed only the call that arises within him from three strong voices: the voice of death, with all its foreboding, the voice of love, and the voice of art.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
attributed, Lorca: A Dream of Life
Men like to pleasure us, girl. They like to undo our plaits and give us water to drink from their own mouths. That's what makes the world go round.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
Yerma
The first wild birds of the morning
Are breaking out of the trees.
And now the night is dying
On the sharp edge of the stone.
Let's find a corner of darkness
Where I will love you always,
And I won't care about people
Or the poison that they spread.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
Blood Wedding
What's the furthest corner? Because that's where I want to be, alone with the only thing that I love.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
letter to Melchor Fernandez Almagro, autumn 1924
Love is the kiss
in the quiet nest
while the leaves are trembling,
mirrored in the water.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
The Butterfly's Evil Spell
My God, I have come with
the seeds of questions.
I planted them, and they never flowered.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
"Abandoned"
Every step we take on earth
brings us to a new world.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
"Floating Bridges"
Seville is a tower
full of fine archers....
Under the arch of the sky,
across the clear plain,
she shoots the constant
arrow of her river.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
"Seville"
Oh honey, there's nothing new on this earth when it comes to what men and women do in the dark. First love is when you learn. So you've learned that love can open you up like spring sun on a wee primrose. Good. Remember that. You know how to love.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
The House of Bernarda Alba
I'm afraid to be on this shore
a trunk without limbs, and what I most regret
is not to have flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my suffering.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
"Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint"
In each thing there is an insinuation of death. Stillness, silence, serenity are all apprenticeships.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
attributed, Only Mystery: Federico García Lorca's Poetry in Word and Image
Little black horse.
Where are you taking your dead rider?
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"Canción de Jinete", Canciones
Death, vicious death,
Leave a green branch for love.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
Blood Wedding
Hail, mute devil!
You are the most
intense animal.
An eternal mystic
of the fleshly
inferno ...
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
"The He-Goat"
Understand one single day fully, so you can love every night.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
The Public
I can't listen to you. I can't listen to your voice. It's as though I'd drunk a bottle of anise and fallen asleep wrapped in a quilt of roses. It pulls me along and I know I'm drowning -- but I go on down.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
Blood Wedding