Federico García Lorca

(5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936 / Fuente Vaqueros)

Before The Dawn - Poem by Federico García Lorca

But like love
the archers
are blind

Upon the green night,
the piercing saetas
leave traces of warm
lily.

The keel of the moon
breaks through purple clouds
and their quivers
fill with dew.

Ay, but like love
the archers
are blind!


Comments about Before The Dawn by Federico García Lorca

  • (8/29/2019 11:38:00 PM)

    " Ay, but like love
    the archers
    are blind"
    Great theme with equally great conclusion.Worth deserving modern poem of the day. Congrats.
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  • Practicing Poetess (8/29/2019 9:03:00 PM)

    There is an old saying that 'Love is Blind', but that is not a desirable thing for an archer, who must accurately make his mark!
    A lovely poem from the pen of Federico Garcia Lorca.
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  • Savita Tyagi (8/29/2019 5:39:00 PM)

    A pleasure to read this marvelous poem again. (Report)Reply

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  • Denis Mair (8/29/2019 3:19:00 PM)

    Love, like the will to power, sharpens itself to a point. Both are gambles...they run the risk of rending themselves from essences that breathe everywhere in the Creation. (Report)Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (8/29/2019 10:54:00 AM)

    The keel of the moon
    breaks through purple clouds
    and their quivers
    fill with dew.....outstanding conceptualization. Touchingly penned. Beautiful poem.
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  • (8/29/2019 4:14:00 AM)

    A good poem that uses elements of nature to make its point. It is a shame that he died so young. If he had lived longer, who knows what he would have gone on to write. One can only imagine. (Report)Reply

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  • Sylvia Frances Chan (8/29/2019 3:48:00 AM)

    A saddest fact: Tooo young to die,36 years old! (Report)Reply

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  • (8/29/2019 3:23:00 AM)

    Such subtle beauty the dark night enfolds the wrinkles of dawn pass and loves arrows strike. (Report)Reply

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  • Mahtab Bangalee (8/29/2019 2:13:00 AM)

    a beautiful poem////////////////// enjoyed (Report)Reply

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  • Drtony Brahmin (8/29/2019 1:52:00 AM)

    The keel of the moon
    breaks through purple clouds
    and their quivers
    fill with dew. very fine poem.. tony
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  • Drtony Brahmin (5/2/2018 3:31:00 AM)

    The keel of the moon
    breaks through purple clouds
    and their quivers
    fill with dew...the dew filled quiver.. very nice poiem.. tony
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  • (4/21/2016 11:19:00 PM)

    A beautifully envisioned Superb poem. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report)Reply

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  • (4/21/2016 10:44:00 PM)

    You should read it in Spanish if you could.
    There all the beauty of poetry that ever was comes alive and the romance of Spain and its beautifully poetic language with its rhythm and sonority become unforgettable forever. Lorca was one of the greatest Spanish poets of the 20th century.
    His verses, images and metaphors, especially those that have to do with Andalusian Southern Spain are unequaled in the whole of Spanish literature. Also a mysterious magical Moon is very present, taking the form
    of an actual being with presence and feelings. and mystery.
    Lorca oncesaid, [Only mystery, makes us live, only mystery] And there certainly is a Magical Mystery in his never dying poetry
    . Lorca died very young, he was 36, assassinated during the Spanish civil war.
    What an Irreparable crime!
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  • Anil Kumar Panda (4/21/2016 10:25:00 PM)

    A beauty! ! Thanks for sharing. (Report)Reply

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  • Moira Cameron (4/21/2016 9:54:00 PM)

    I love the verse about the moon; it sparked such a wonderful image and feeling. (Report)Reply

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  • Susan Williams (4/21/2016 8:27:00 PM)

    Thank you Savita for looking up Saeta and sharing it with us. For me, I was caught up with this image and it is still sailing along in my head and that is a sign of great writing- - - - - - ]
    The keel of the moon
    breaks through purple clouds
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  • Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (4/21/2016 12:27:00 PM)

    Ay, but like love
    the archers
    are blind!
    A subtle poem of great depth!
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  • Rajnish Manga (4/21/2016 9:24:00 AM)

    There is something amazing in the narrative as well as in the portrayal of nature. Loved reading it. (Report)Reply

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  • Kenneth Maswabi (4/21/2016 9:12:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem poem indeed. Thank you very much. (Report)Reply

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  • Savita Tyagi (4/21/2016 7:57:00 AM)

    I looked up Saeta and it refers to Spanish religious song. It invokes great passion. With this definition leaving traces of warmth upon Lily or atmosphere makes sense and connects it with power of love. Hate also invokes same emotions signified by word archer. This is my intake. The poem is beautiful and a pleasure to read. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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