Garcia Lorca Poems - Poems about Garcia Lorca

...Lorca Translations III Federico Garcia Lorca (1898-1936) was a Spanish poet, playwright and theater director. He was assassinated by Nationalist forces at the beginning of the Spanish Civil War an......

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...Lorca Translations II Canción del jinete (“Song of the Rider”) by Federico Garcia Lorca translation by Michael R. Burch Cordoba. Distant and lone. Black pony, big moon, olives in my saddleb......

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...Lorca Translations I Gacela of the Dark Death by Federico Garcia Lorca loose translation by Michael R. Burch I want to sleep the dreamless sleep of apples far from the bustle of cemeteries. ......

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...The young woman waits anxiously, backstage In the shadows created by the soft, velvet curtain. Her heart is pounding so loudly that she was sure It could be heard by those standing around her, ......

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...JOURNEY- 1995 Weren’t we hauling ass? The sheep, the olive trees, sentinel windmills, the woodlands and fields, the rivers, the creeks, the undulating topography like the musical score of a la......

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...F-ight the ailment every day, E-liminate the contagion; D-efeat the terrible threat, E-radicate the infection. R-epel and fight the ailment, I-t takes wellness to win; C-ontain the silent ......

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...F-antastic E-xpression D-elights E-xcellent R-eader I-n C-oolness O-nce L-ine O-f R-ighteousness C-omplements A-crostic Topic: Birthday of Poet Federico Garcia Lorca (June 05) Form......

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...A Love Poem for Federico Garcia Lorca Last night, I dreamed of you, my raven-haired gitano. Dreamt of your succulent mouth, Rich and full, like the black grapes from the vineyards, near the u......

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...Is it duende, if I say the streets are empty, the nameless streets, empty, but watching, hollow, but watching, as if with soju eyes... as if with eyes that see me only as I seem, always as......

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..."I sought in my heart to give you the ivory letters that say always, always, always, always, garden of my agony, your body elusive always, ..." - Frederico Garcia Lorca *********************......

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...When they murdered him,they went everywhere To cemeteries,to caffees, to churches But they didn`t find him! No! He wasn`t there! They never found him! The trees cried when he died The trees from the ......

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...One o'clock in the morning, we connect by phone, Chicago to Boston. I tell you about the ugly tomatoes I bought, your in hysterics. Listen, I say, they have a their own web site; take them......

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