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Federico Garcia Lorca quotes

Spanish Poet June 5, 1898 – August 19, 1936

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I sing your restless longing for the statue, your fear of the feelings that await you in the street. I sing the small sea siren who sings to you, riding her bicycle of corals and conches. But above all I sing a common thoughtthat joins us in the dark and golden hours. The light that blinds our eyes is not art. Rather it is love, friendship, crossed swords. Federico Garcia Lorca
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
Stigmata of LoveA light which lives on what the flames devour, a grey landscape surrounding me with scorch, a crucifixion by a single wound, a sky and earth that darken by each hour, a sob of blood whose red ribbon adornsa lyre without a pulse, and oils the torch, a tide which stuns and strands me on the reef, a scorpion scrambling, stinging in my chest--this is the wreath of love, this bed of thornsis where I dream of you stealing my rest, haunting these sunken ribs cargoed with grief. I... Federico Garcia Lorca
Ditty of First Desire In the green morning. I wanted to be a heart. A heart. And in the ripe evening. I wanted to be a nightingale. A nightingale. (Soul, turn orange-colored. Soul, turn the color of love.) In the vivid morning. I wanted to be myself. A heart. And at the evening's end. I wanted to be my voice. A nightingale. Soul, turn orange-colored. Soul, turn the color of love. Federico Garcia Lorca
Federico Garcia Lorca quote: "But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken,..."
But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed. Federico Garcia Lorca
Federico Garcia Lorca quote: "If blue is dream what then innocence? What awaits the heart if..."
If blue is dream what then innocence? What awaits the heart if Love bears no arrows? Federico Garcia Lorca
The river Guadalquivir. Flows between oranges and olives. The two rivers of Granada. Descend from the snow to the wheat. Oh my love! Who went and never returned. The river Guadalquivir. Has beards of maroon. The two rivers of Granada. One a cry the other blood. Oh my love! Who vanished into thin air Federico Garcia Lorca
Night of Sleepless LoveThe night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was a god, my lamentsmoments and doves in a chain. The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agoniesover your sickly heart of sand. Dawn married us on the bed, our mouths to the frozen spoutof unstaunched blood. The sun came through the shuttered balconyand the coral of life opened its branchesover my shrouded heart. Federico Garcia Lorca
Angel and Muse approach from without; the Angel sheds light and the Muse gives form (Hesiod learned of them). Gold leaf or chiton-folds: the poet finds his models in his laurel coppice. But the Duende, on the other hand, must come to life in the nethermost recesses of the blood. Federico Garcia Lorca
Federico Garcia Lorca quote: "The important thing in life is to let the years carry us along."
The important thing in life is to let the years carry us along. Federico Garcia Lorca
Never let me lose the marvelof your statue-like eyes, or the accentthe solitary rose of your breathplaces on my cheek at night.I am afraid of being, on this shore,a branchless trunk, and what I most regretis having no flower, pulp, or clayfor the worm of my despair.If you are my hidden treasure,if you are my cross, my dampened pain,if I am a dog, and you alone my master,never let me lose what I have gained,and adorn the branches of your riverwith leaves of my estranged Autumn. Federico Garcia Lorca
Federico Garcia Lorca quote: "Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed..."
Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies. Federico Garcia Lorca
The weeping of the guitar begins. The goblets of dawn are smashed. The weeping of the guitar begins. Useless to silence it. Impossible to silence it. It weeps monotonously as water weeps as the wind weeps over snowfields. Impossible to silence it. It weeps for distant things. Hot southern sands yearning for white camellias. Weeps arrow without target evening without morning and the first dead bird on the branch. Oh, guitar! Heart mortally wounded by five swords. Federico Garcia Lorca
Hour of Stars (1920)The round silence of night, one note on the staveof the infinite. Ripe with lost poems, I step naked into the street. The blackness riddledby the singing of crickets: sound, that deadwill-o'-the-wisp, that musical lightperceivedby the spirit. A thousand butterfly skeletonssleep within my walls. A wild crowd of young breezesover the river. Federico Garcia Lorca
The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish. Federico Garcia Lorca

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