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viernes, 23 de marzo de 2012

POEMA FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA

Anthology

                                                 

poema

I came upon a green pine tree
So I could be consoled
when I saw how green the pine was
It made me weep.

Let’s shout, let’s clap and cheer
We have all caused a rucus
now let’s get on with the shooting.

Federico García Lorca

Federico García Lorca


LAWS

1.
The law of the past encountered
in my present night.
Splendour of adolescence
that opposes snowfall.
My two children of secrecy
cannot yield you a place,
dark-haired moon-girls of air
with exposed hearts.
But my love seeks the garden
where your spirit does not die.

2.
Law of hip and breast
under the outstretched branch,
ancient and newly born
power of the Spring.
Now, bee, my nakedness wants
to be the dahlia of your fate,
the murmur or wine
of your madness and number:
but my love looks for the pure
madness of breeze and warbling.

Translated by A. S. Kline