Archive for the ‘Federico Garcia Lorca’ Category

Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Grunge Art   1 comment

Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterflies-Edit-2-art-blog.jpgTwo-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Grunge Art by kenne

Landscape Seen with the Nose

A cold tremor
burnt out of flesh by
the roosters
Drops a cloud on the prairie.
In the house
someone’s burning
The chaff.
The plows will come
with the down.

— Federico Garcia Lorca

The Guitar   3 comments

Guitar (1 of 1)-2 art blog-2“The Guitar” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The Guitar

The weeping
of the guitar begins.
Wineglasses shatter
in the dead of night.
The weeping
of the guitar begins.
It’s useless
to hush it.
It’s impossible
to hush it.
It weeps on monotonously 
the way water weeps,
the way wind weeps
over the snowdrifts.
It’s impossible
to hush it.
It weeps for things
far, far away.
For the sand of the hot South
that begs for white camellias.
Weeps for arrows without targets,
an afternoon without a morning,
and for the first dead bird
upon the branch.
Oh, guitar!
Heart gravely wounded 
by five swords.

— Federico García Lorca

The Song of Water Is A Thing Eternal   Leave a comment

Water Lily Art blogWater Lily Blossom Photo-Artistry by kenne

And the song of water
is a thing eternal.

— from the poem “Morning” by Federico Garcia Lorca

Dead at Daybreak   Leave a comment

Green Mountain Trail Deadwood II blog“Age Has Character” — Images by kenne

Dead at Daybreak

Night of four moons
and a single tree
with a single shadow
and a single bird.

On my flesh, I seek the
imprint of your lips.
The jet of spray kisses the wind
without even touching it.

I bear the “No” you handed me
in the palm, if my hand
like a wax lemon
nearly white.

Night of four moons
and a single tree.
On the point of a needle
stands my love — whirling round!

— Federico Garcia Lorca

Sunset Over The Sea   2 comments

Sunset-1009 II_art blogSunset Over The Sea of Cortez (Puerto Peñasco, February 12, 2018) — Computer Art by kenne

The poem,
the song,
the picture,
is only water
drawn
from the well
of the people,
and it should
be given back
to them
in a cup
of beauty
so that they
may drink –
and in drinking
understand themselves.

— Federico Garcia Lorca

Cloudy Sunset at Puerto Peñasco — Peaceful Waters   2 comments

Sunset Panorama- blogCloudy Sunset at Puerto Peñasco, Sonora, Mexico (February 13, 2018) — Panorama Image by kenne

peaceful waters of the air
under echo’s branches

peaceful waters of a pool
under a bough laden with stars

peaceful waters of your mouth
under a forest of kisses 

— Federico García Lorca

 

Aria   Leave a comment

Aria-0964 II blogAria (Las Vegas) — Image by kenne

And if blue is an illusion,
what will become of innocence?
What will become of the heart
if Love has no arrows?

— from Autumn Song (November 1918) by Federico Garcia Lorca

 

 

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