I have lost myself in the sea many tunes with my ear full of freshly cut flowers, with my tongue full of love awl agony I have lost myself in the sea many times as I lose myself in the heart of certain children.It has been a meandering weekend, laden with thoughts on consciousness and narrative, These thoughts led to a certain brooding Most of the selected work here appeared lighter, odes to tranquility and affection My soul wasn t overly callous for such but neither did it bloom.These clippe I have lost myself in the sea many tunes with my ear full of freshly cut flowers, with my tongue full of love awl agony I have lost myself in the sea many times as I lose myself in the heart of certain children.It has been a meandering weekend, laden with thoughts on consciousness and narrative, These thoughts led to a certain brooding Most of the selected work here appeared lighter, odes to tranquility and affection My soul wasn t overly callous for such but neither did it bloom.These clipped lines embrace Spain s Moorish past Not the Caliphate but traditions of poetry which rolled across deserts and seas There were troubadours of the moment who found hope in the scent of flowers Unfortunately the same tide of history which propels those sentiments brought something ugly his way Lorca might be the most inspiring writer that I ve ever read This collection is well translated and features some of his best best known poetic works Everyone interested in poetry should have read Lorca and I think this might be a good starting point He sa magician than a poet to me. One of Spain s greatest 20th century poets cut down in his prime by a homophobic Nazi regime, his work lives on as a testament to his aged soul and his delicate pen. because he is amazing and beautiful Here s why Life is not a dream Careful Careful Careful We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earthor we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead dahlias.But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist flesh exists Kisses tie our mouthsin a thicket of new veins,and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain foreverand whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders. This bilingual edition was the first to include Lorca s last poems, the previously lost Sonnets of Dark Love It covers the full range of his poetry, from the early poems and the gypsy ballads to the agitated Poet in New York and the Arab influenced gacelas and casidas Also included is the Lament for Sanchez Mejias, Lorca s great elegy for his bullfighter friend, as well as his famous lecture, Theory and Function of the Duende THE SELECTED POEMS of Federico Garc a Lorca, translated from the Spanish Spain by committee, New Directions, 1961.Knowing the biography or pieces of it of an artist, before actually knowing their art.This was the case for me with Garc a Lorca s work unfortunately one of the prime things I knew about him is how he was assassinated and buried in 1936, and after years of searching mass graves, his remains have still not been recovered.A seminal Spanish poet, musician, playwright, and artist THE SELECTED POEMS of Federico Garc a Lorca, translated from the Spanish Spain by committee, New Directions, 1961.Knowing the biography or pieces of it of an artist, before actually knowing their art.This was the case for me with Garc a Lorca s work unfortunately one of the prime things I knew about him is how he was assassinated and buried in 1936, and after years of searching mass graves, his remains have still not been recovered.A seminal Spanish poet, musician, playwright, and artist Murdered for his leftist political beliefs and his sexual orientation under the fascist coup of Francisco Franco at the beginning of the Spanish Civil War.I picked up this 1961 New Directions collection of his work a few years ago My recent foray into Spanish Civil War history revived the book from the huge TBR, and the time was right to read his words This dual language edition collects his life s work, 1921 1936 long ballads, lyrical stories with folkloric elements of Andalusia, his education in New York City, his return to Spain Repetition of phrases his use of anaphora makes these poems sing when read aloud , strong visuals, and rhythm.It s a selection to whet the appetite forIt worked on me, as I spent somebirthday gift cards on another collection, A SEASON IN GRANADA Uncollected Poems and Prose, and have addedof his work to my wishlist You know what s wrong with the poems of Federico Garc a Lorca Nothing Absolutely nothing I loved this selection so much that I immediately went out and bought a volume of his complete works because I neededI just couldn t get enough of the guy. Most of these poems weresurrealist than I cared to penetrate or interpret, but it was fascinating to knowabout Lorca. Lorca s poetry should be read aloud, in Spanish, perhaps in a smoky Tablao with full flamenco accompaniment This edition is good in that the English translation appears opposite the original And they re pretty good at conveying the mystery and passion of Lorca s beloved Andalucia The selection is a decent display of Lorca s experiments in the region s poetic traditions But ultimately, it s almost like watching black and white TV after you ve experienced high definition color.Even if you don Lorca s poetry should be read aloud, in Spanish, perhaps in a smoky Tablao with full flamenco accompaniment This edition is good in that the English translation appears opposite the original And they re pretty good at conveying the mystery and passion of Lorca s beloved Andalucia The selection is a decent display of Lorca s experiments in the region s poetic traditions But ultimately, it s almost like watching black and white TV after you ve experienced high definition color.Even if you don t understand Spanish, try to experience a reading you can hear Lorca s mastery of his language For example, in Cancion del jinete, the words gallop along just as urgently as the poems lone rider, dark except for the moon at his shoulder Autumn SongToday in my hearta vague trembling of stars,but my way is lostin the soul of the mist.Light lops my wings.The hurt of my sadnessmoistens memoriesin thought s fountain.All roses are white,white as my pain,white only whensnow s fallen on them.Earlier they wore a rainbow.Snow s also falling on the soul.The soul s snow is kissedby flakes and sceneslost before in the shadowor the light of the person thinking.Snow falls from roses,but remains on the soul,and the year s thick needlemakes a s Autumn SongToday in my hearta vague trembling of stars,but my way is lostin the soul of the mist.Light lops my wings.The hurt of my sadnessmoistens memoriesin thought s fountain.All roses are white,white as my pain,white only whensnow s fallen on them.Earlier they wore a rainbow.Snow s also falling on the soul.The soul s snow is kissedby flakes and sceneslost before in the shadowor the light of the person thinking.Snow falls from roses,but remains on the soul,and the year s thick needlemakes a shroud of them.Will the snow meltwhen death claims us Or will there besnowandperfect roses Will we know peaceas Christ promises