poet Federico García Lorca

Federico García Lorca

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Gacela Of The Dark Death

I want to sleep the dream of the apples,
to withdraw from the tumult of cemetries.
I want to sleep the dream of that child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas.

I don't want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood,
that the putrid mouth goes on asking for water.
I don't want to learn of the tortures of the grass,
nor of the moon with a serpent's mouth
that labors before dawn.

I want to sleep awhile,
awhile, a minute, a century;
but all must know that I have not died;
that there is a stable of gold in my lips;
that I am the small friend of the West wing;
that I am the intense shadows of my tears.

Cover me at dawn with a veil,
because dawn will throw fistfuls of ants at me,
and wet with hard water my shoes
so that the pincers of the scorpion slide.

For I want to sleep the dream of the apples,
to learn a lament that will cleanse me to earth;
for I want to live with that dark child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • Paresh ChakraParesh Chakra (12/4/2018 10:51:00 AM)

    Cover me at dawn with a veil,
    because dawn will throw fistfuls of ants at me,
    and wet with hard water my shoes
    so that the pincers of the scorpion slide. This stanga is very nice

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  • Robert Murray SmithRobert Murray Smith (5/2/2018 12:48:00 AM)

    A beautiful write that we all can enjoy.

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  • Zach Thomas (3/5/2018 1:05:00 PM)

    There is an error in the translation. The line that I am the small friend of the West wing; should say that I am the small friend of the West wind;

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  • Patti Masterman (11/27/2017 8:59:00 AM)

    I miss poetry like this most of all.

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  • Dawn FuzanDawn Fuzan (5/11/2014 8:11:00 AM)

    Nice poem federico keep it up

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  • Aashish Ameya (1/24/2007 10:34:00 PM)

    Simply superb, portraying the situation in which Lorca was caught and saw brutal cruelty of bourgeois society.

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  • Jacob R (7/12/2006 4:23:00 PM)

    You My Friend
    Even Thou you are long gone
    You are still something special

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