Archive for the ‘Federico García Lorca’ Tag
Mexican Fruit Stand — Image by kenne
No one eats oranges
in the full moon’s light.
Fruit must be eaten
green and ice-cold.
At the rise of the moon
with its hundred faces alike,
silver coins
sob away in pockets.
— from The Moon Appears by Federico García Lorca
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Puerto Penasco Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Earth
We walk on
an unsilvered
mirror,
a crystal surface
without clouds.
If lilies would grow
backwards,
if roses would grow
backwards,
if all those roots
could see the stars
and the dead not close
their eyes,
we would become like swans.
— Federico García Lorca
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Creosote Seed Pod — Image by kenne
If the blue sky is a fantasy,
what will become of innocence?
What will become of the heart
if Love has no arrows?
And if death is death,
what will become of poets?
and things in a cocoon
which no one remembers?
Oh sun of hopes!
Clear water! New moon!
Dull souls of stones!
Today I sense in my heart
a vague tremor of stars
and all roses are
as white as my sorrow.
— from Autumn Song by Federico García Lorca
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Becoming is Superior to Being 