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The Guitar by Federico García Lorca for National Poetry Month
The Guitar by Federico García Lorca
Translated by Cola Franzen
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.
Translated by Cola Franzen
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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Lorca
Re: Lorca
It weeps monotonously as water weeps I could also make a case for this being a Tarot reference, at least (I think) in the Crowley deck. There was one card depicing cups overflowing into water, an excess of water. I'd have to look it up to get more; it's late and I'm not sure where that book is.
Re: Lorca
Tal vez sea ésta la imagen.
Re: Lorca