Lorca Poems

Lorca Translations Iii

Lorca Translations III

Federico Garcia Lorca (1898-1936) was a Spanish poet, playwright and theater director. He was assassinated during the Spanish Civil War and his body was never found.

Paisaje (“Landscape”)
by Federico Garcia Lorca
translation by Michael R. Burch

The olive orchard
opens and closes
like a fan;
above the grove
a sunken sky dims;
a dark rain falls
on warmthless lights;
reeds tremble by the

Categories: lorca, bird, dark, death, light,
Form: Free verse

Lorca Translations Ii

Lorca Translations II

Canción del jinete (“Song of the Rider”)
by Federico Garcia Lorca
translation by Michael R. Burch

Cordoba. Distant and lone.
Black pony, big moon,
olives in my saddlebag.
Although my pony knows the way,
I never will reach Cordoba.

High plains, high winds.
Black pony, blood moon.
Death awaits me, watching
from the towers of Cordoba.

Such a long, long way!
Oh my brave pony!
Death awaits

Categories: lorca, death, love, moon, spanish,
Form: Free verse

Lorca Translations I

Lorca Translations I

Gacela of the Dark Death
by Federico Garcia Lorca
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

I want to sleep the dreamless sleep of apples
far from the bustle of cemeteries.
I want to sleep the dream-filled sleep of the child
who longed to cut out his heart on the high seas.

I don't want to hear how the corpse retains

Categories: lorca, dark, death, heart, romance,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

My Beloved Poet

Touched by God's light  Born in Granada.
               Federico used to presume 
         to be born beside the Alhambra.
    
      Bright mind, deep heart, a

Categories: lorca, character, dedication, deep, devotion,
Form: Free verse

Lorca

Poet I was born, 
Granada is my land, I play, I live,
I disappeared, I stay with poets

Categories: lorca, allegory, bird, birth, blessing,
Form: Haiku

The Morning of Federico Lorca

The morning came,
       but no one received her...
         mouths were not
         opened,
        bodies were closed...
        so, so quickly

Categories: lorca, allegory, allusion, metaphor, morning,
Form: Light Verse

Morning Came - To Lorca

Morning came
and no one
received her...
The mouths were not open
and the bodies were closed...
So she passed
and did not say a word...

Categories: lorca, allegory, art, metaphor, poetry,
Form: Free verse

A Love Poem For Federico Garcia Lorca

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

Categories: lorca, dream, love, political,
Form: Free verse

Federico Garcia Lorca

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

Categories: lorca, dedication, love, i love
Form: Narrative