The Guitar-La Guitarra Poem by Federico García Lorca

The Guitar-La Guitarra

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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.

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Empieza el llanto
de la guitarra.
Se rompen las copas
de la madrugada.
Empieza el llanto
de la guitarra.
Es inútil
callarla.
Es imposible
callarla.
Llora monótona
como llora el agua,
como llora el viento
sobre la nevada.
Es imposible
callarla.
Llora por cosas
lejanas.
Arena del Sur caliente
que pide camelias blancas.
Llora flecha sin blanco,
la tarde sin mañana,
y el primer pájaro muerto
sobre la rama.
¡Oh guitarra!
Corazón malherido
por cinco espadas.

Monday, March 29, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: guitar,music
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
student 04 November 2019

what are the five swords?

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Donkey 05 November 2020

Karen, guitars don't have 5 strings. they have either 6 or more. Think you might be confusing it with Bass which normally has 4 to 6 strings.

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Karen 07 June 2020

The five strings on the guitar.

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Ana P 06 April 2019

Please don’t read in Spanish You have no idea how to pronounce it Stick to what you know.

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Alisha Castle 07 January 2016

Awesome poetry sharing..........

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