City That Does Not Sleep Poem by Federico García Lorca

City That Does Not Sleep

Rating: 3.4

In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the
street corner
the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the

Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
In a graveyard far off there is a corpse
who has moaned for three years
because of a dry countryside on his knee;
and that boy they buried this morning cried so much
it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.

Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!
We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth
or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead
But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;
flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths
in a thicket of new veins,
and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever
and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.

One day
the horses will live in the saloons
and the enraged ants
will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in the
eyes of cows.

Another day
we will watch the preserved butterflies rise from the dead
and still walking through a country of gray sponges and silent boats
we will watch our ring flash and roses spring from our tongue.
Careful! Be careful! Be careful!
The men who still have marks of the claw and the thunderstorm,
and that boy who cries because he has never heard of the invention
of the bridge,
or that dead man who possesses now only his head and a shoe,
we must carry them to the wall where the iguanas and the snakes
are waiting,
where the bear's teeth are waiting,
where the mummified hand of the boy is waiting,
and the hair of the camel stands on end with a violent blue shudder.

Nobody is sleeping in the sky. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is sleeping.
If someone does close his eyes,
a whip, boys, a whip!
Let there be a landscape of open eyes
and bitter wounds on fire.
No one is sleeping in this world. No one, no one.
I have said it before.

No one is sleeping.
But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during the
open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlight
the lying goblets, and the poison, and the skull of the theaters.

Karen Sinclair 01 October 2012

slightly confusing for me... i can only assume he is comparing humans to creatures as he sees that they are not happy comfortable and behaving in a fitting manor, it sounds much like a hieronymus Bosch painting.... Hell on earth maybe....tyvm karen

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Mackenzie Yates 05 January 2014

I'm throwing in the idea that maybe Federico Garcia Lorca, considering his rebellious liberal views, constructed this poem to warn a certain political party or group of followers. He's telling them to not sleep, or be unaware, because there is still danger of prosecution in their wake. Evidence for this includes the fact that he says Does Not Sleep rather than Doesnt which implies that it's an order and not just a fluffy poem. Also, lines 25-29 (One day, The horses will live in saloons...) suggests an attack plan to followers in a code that uses animals as code names. Just a thought.

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Paulette Turcotte 30 December 2013

Who was the translator of this version of City That Does Not Sleep?

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 01 October 2014

May be some ideas having such resemblance of inner struggles the theme of the poem not well understood.

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Jasbir Chatterjee 01 October 2013

This poem arouses a restless storm...but then nothing ever sleeps in the universe...everything changes and evolving...

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Sylvia Frances Chan 26 November 2021

Loveliest worded, the sound of melancholy is dominating here, but straight words is also alive. Congrats being chosen as The Classical Poem Of The Day.5 Stars

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Jovana Backovic 10 October 2019

Hi does anyone know who translated this

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Adeeb Alfateh 22 September 2019

Nobody is sleeping in the sky. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is sleeping. If someone does close his eyes, a whip, boys, a whip! Let there be a landscape of open eyes and bitter wounds on fire. great write 10++++

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Castellenas John 01 April 2019

Amazing poetry by the talented writer. The words alive and filled with the energy of the city.

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Fabian Zamudio 01 May 2018

I read a few and so far it is really good poetry

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