Best Federico Poems
Quote:"All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster's autobiography".
Federico Fellini
The Taos Indian crafted jewel,
A necklace strung with jade and some other gems.
Looked so pretty to me, I bought it on the spot,
Presented it to my wife, which she never wore in her life.
Once I asked her, why don’t you wear that necklace?
You would look pretty in it and would arouse some romance.
She looked at me and asked, have you ever judged jewelry?
Whoever wears green stone jewelry, I would rather buy a pearl necklace.
What is so special about pearl necklaces?
Pearl harvesters find only in one percent of oysters,
Its layers of sand, glued in oyster’s glands,
Still women love the bright white lustier of beady pearls.
She is gone for many years, the jade necklace I keep in my heart,
It’s not the value of jewelry, it is what it is sentimentally worth,
She wore pearl and other jewelries, and tried to look her best,
If she had worn my gift necklace, she would have looked her best.
Now I adore her picture on the wall,
With the jewelry she did not like at all,
To me she looks the prettiest doll,
Wearing this precious jade jewel crafted by love.
Categories:
federico, love,
Form:
Free verse
Inspired by and an interpretation of: "El poeta pide a su amor que le escriba" (He begs his love to write)
by Federico García Lorca
***
Waiting in Agony - revised
Silence in time halts
turns people to phantoms
futureless without past
in twilight
Surprising how paper
comprises awareness
discredits
in bloodless ink
Your pen pierces surface
scratches dead stone
etches deep lines
in absence
Poison in my veins
I beg you release me
save me
kill me
***
June 4, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
federico, poetry, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
All my favorite poets are dead
Pero sus poemas los leo en el atardecer
And they come alive again.
Soy sus Lazaros; los revivo, y viven en mi vida, en este presente.
I want to be like them,
O ser como el pajaro, como las nubes blancas. Pure. Whole. White.
I asked Federico if we could work together on a masterpiece, but he said
No se si pueda, me voy a Nueva York. Perhaps on your return we’ll conversate on ars poetica or post modern art.
Perhaps
Pero no se si pueda.
Regreso a mi cuaderno y bajo la Luna escribo. A Veces abro el libro de Federico.
He helps me create my personal masterpiece, just like he said one day he would.
Categories:
federico, encouraging,
Form:
Lyric
When they murdered him,they went everywhere
To cemeteries,to caffees, to churches
But they didn`t find him! No! He wasn`t there!
They never found him!
The trees cried when he died
The trees from the garden of forbidden desires
The roses cried when he died
The roses of sad poet`s garden
Now he stands in Plaza de Santa Ana
And a secret voice of hidden love whispers-
It whispers to the tourists:Green! I love you greenly!
Only the wind, the sun, the moon,the stars,
The flowers, the gypsies and the poets
Hear his words of blood and gold
Categories:
federico, dedication, love, i love
Form:
Narrative
One o'clock in the morning,
we connect by phone,
Chicago to Boston. I tell you
about the ugly tomatoes I bought,
your in hysterics. Listen, I say,
they have a their own web site;
take them seriously.
We head to the fruit
while you read me a story,
it's about a poet, nabbed
by the cliche police.
You can hardly read;
I can hardly listen.
ROTFLOAO! We become certifiable
when Tom, Matt and Otto,
("The Authentic Grape Tomatoes") say hello.
I'm happy you had a good day
with your new screwdriver;
you're happy, and still laughing
about the ugly tomatoes. Somehow
we get from the perfectly round tomato,
(exploited and tasteless; engineered
by geeks and pushed over the top
by marketing geeks) that satisfy
everyone but the customer,
to my telling you, Wal-mart
has ripped the souls out of our towns.
You read me a poem. I read you a poem,
Franz Wright's "Publication Date" -
I get to my favorite line-
"A sparrow limps past on it's little crutch saying
I am Federico Garcia Lorca risen from the dead -."
and I'm gone again.
You solve a bump in your epic; I agree.
You read me another poem. We talk about our Kerouac trip
to Georgia. A late, late IM from my daughter
and I have to go; and you're ordering ugly tomatoes.
Good night, Gracie.
Categories:
federico, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
A Love Poem for Federico Garcia Lorca
Last night, I dreamed of you,
my raven-haired gitano.
Dreamt of your succulent mouth,
Rich and full,
like the black grapes from the vineyards,
near the unmarked place where you lie.
“Te amo mi amor” you tenderly whisper in my ear.
Your kisses, sweeter than the wine of the valley,
Which I drank ages ago.
I could melt in your arms,
drift down to where you lie—
with your white bones,
buried beneath the thick, rich earth,
stained with your blood.
“Tu eres mi carino,” I whisper.
Federico, you have been dead for so long—
Your voice silenced by Franco’s fascist bullets.
And today, in my country,
Freedom is on tenuous ground.
Will bullets silence my voice too?
I don’t know the answer
to this question.
So, all I can do is write
live my life, think of you, and say,
“El gente unidas, jamas estan vincidas.”
Categories:
federico, dream, love, political,
Form:
Free verse
I was in Trieste
It was in 1962, a revolution attempt that failed
roads had been churned; the American CIA tried to blend in
not successfully wearing Hawaii shirts to hide the guns.
I met her at the railway station, a small woman with a big suitcase
which I offered to carry at her lodging.
I was a polite young man, thanks to my communist mother.
It was a long road, a cobblestone road, was heavy going
I have come to think Federico Fellini was hiding in the case.
Arriving at her lodging, I was not invited to her room
she gave me a peck on the nose.
Later I learned she was a famous actress, but I wondered
why is she, in Trieste?
Categories:
federico, break up, first love,
Form:
Sonnet
"And I'll dance with you in Vienna,
I'll be wearing a river's disguise.
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
my mouth on the dew of your thighs.
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
with the photographs there and the moss.
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty,
my cheap violin and my cross.
"Take This Waltz", a
translation by Leonard Cohen of
the poem "Little Viennese Waltz"
by Federico García Lorca.
"
— Leonard Cohen (Stranger Music: Selected Poems and Songs)
Categories:
federico,
Form:
Touched by God's light Born in Granada.
Federico used to presume
to be born beside the Alhambra.
Bright mind, deep heart, a soul to be admired.
Between lines, he used to be lost,
a pen was his best friend.
Dalí was a mate, both near from chilhood.
His friends were many,
but his real ones never too close.
He was a shadow facing the light,
but a light in the shades.
Federico was born in Granada,
his beloved land.
He projected his art with a pen,
nobody could understand.
Artist he was born, playing the piano
he used to play music for ears,
but at writing he used to be the best.
Born at a wrong time,
Lorca was misunderstood.
Difficult to understand how life mistreated it him.
Born as a poet that will never be forgotten.
Writing line to line, he was killed,
young as he was,
he had no time to write the best line of his life.
Federico García Lorca,
the one I will always bow for.
Categories:
federico, character, dedication, deep, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
“All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster’s autobiography.” - Federico Fellini
Scars, reminders
What was once painful,
Has changed to a special flaw,
Sometimes only a hint,
Subtly secreted, the blame
Beneath a thought, a whisper
Singing to the spirit,
Colored in rose and gentle,
Comforting the heart
Who listens, the blemish,
Revealing the hidden
Heart, the music of a soul,
Who dances with the light,
Stirring grace, embracing the pearl,
Both significant and surreal,
Emphasizing what is sincere,
The beautiful buried between layers of grief,
Anguish leaking through in dewlike sweetness,
Amazing even the truth
With the beauty of its secret.
Categories:
federico, appreciation, blessing, pain,
Form:
Free verse
The killing of a poet
There are many sorts of poets those who
extoll the sitting regime tell of order it has brought
their words are recited they win prizes but few, today remembers their names
Federico Lorca was not one of them.
He wrote the truth of the brutal fascistic nature of the state and what
it had become.
He was a man they had to kill.
He tried to flee but on a side road he was stopped by assassins, at the time
he was in the company of a one-armed priest a communist
They had to dig their own grave.
Since Lorca was gay, they shot him in the rear “you like this sort of things
they laughed, these cruel people were killing art.
They also shot him in the groin: squealed like a pig they later said.
This was a Spain of old but the ghost of fascism is still among us we have
To be vigilant.
Categories:
federico, bible, creation, feelings,
Form:
Blank verse
F-ight the ailment every day,
E-liminate the contagion;
D-efeat the terrible threat,
E-radicate the infection.
R-epel and fight the ailment,
I-t takes wellness to win;
C-ontain the silent spread
O-f outbreak while in quarantine.
L-et not lifted lockdown
O-f town make man complacent;
R-ules of pandemic protocol
C-ontain and fight the
A-ilment.
Topic: Birthday of poet Federico Garcia Lorca (June 05)
Categories:
federico, birthday, poets,
Form:
Acrostic
F-inish
E-xcellent
D-uty's
E-xceptional
R-ole
I-n
C-hosen
O-nes'
D-ivine
E-lection
L-etting
A-ppropriate
T-ime
O-f
R-est
R-ule
E-veryone
Topic: In memory of Bro. Federico G. Dela Torre (August 2,1936-June 04,2019)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
federico, death,
Form:
Acrostic
F-antastic
E-xpression
D-elights
E-xcellent
R-eader
I-n
C-oolness
O-nce
L-ine
O-f
R-ighteousness
C-omplements
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Poet Federico Garcia Lorca (June 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
federico, birthday, poets,
Form:
Acrostic
F-ight
E-nemy
D-efending
E-very
R-egion
I-n
C-oronavirus
O-ccupation
&
A-pplying
M-agnificent
E-quipment's
L-ogical
I-mportance
A-s
D-octors
E-nhance
L-ungs
A-gainst
C-ough
R-ightfully
U-sing
Z-eal
Topic: Anniversary of Federico & Amelia Dela Cruz (April 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
federico, anniversary,
Form:
Acrostic