Frederico Garcia Lorca, Three Poems: Ditty of First Desire, Debussy, Fare Well | Frederico Garcia Lorca, tres poemas: Cancioncilla del primer beso, Debussy, El balcón

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Three Poems

By Frederico Garcia Lorca
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Ditty of First Desire

In the green morning
I wanted to be a heart.
A heart.

And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.

(Soul,
turn orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.)

In the vivid morning
I wanted to be myself.
A heart.

And at the evening’s end
I wanted to be my voice.
A nightingale.

Soul,
turn orange-colored!
Soul,
turn the color of love!

Debussy

My shadow glides in silence
over the watercourse.

On account of my shadow
the frogs are deprived of stars.

The shadow sends my body
reflections of quiet things.

My shadow moves like a huge
violet-colored mosquito.

A hundred crickets are trying
to gild the glow of the reeds.

A glow arises in my breast,
the one mirrored in the water.

Fare Well

If I die,
leave the balcony open.

The little boy is eating oranges.
(From my balcony I can see him.)

The reaper is harvesting the wheat.
(From my balcony I can hear him.)

If I die,
leave the balcony open!

Frederico García Lorca (June 5, 1898 – August 19, 1936) was one of the greatest poets and playwrights in the Spanish language.  His work is strongly influenced by folk traditions and Gypsy music. He was born in the small town of Fuente Vaqueros, near Granada and until his adolescence lived on a farm. Garcia Lorca was a lawyer by training and an expert pianist and guitarist, having grown up with a talented pianist for a mother and studied music and law at the University of Granada. He never practiced law, however, but earned his living initially from poetry recitals and later from publications of his poems and performances of his plays. After residing in the U.S. (where he witnessed the Wall Street crash) and Cuba from 1929 to 1931, Garcia Lorca returned to Spain where he became more and more radicalized by his experiences as the director of  traveling theater company called La Barraca (The Shack).

Soon after the start of the Spanish Civil War in 1936, Garcia Lorca became Franco’s most famous victim. The circumstances of his death are only now beginning to emerge. A fascist militia is thought to have dragged him from a house where he was hiding and shot him, without a trial, on August 19-20, 1936. Garcia Lorca’s work was banned in Spain until 1953.

García Lorca was in the news recently because his remains might be buried in one of about 20 unmarked graves that Judge Baltasar Garzon ordered exhumed as part of the first formal probe into murder and repression during Spain’s fascist era. Judge Garzon challenged a 1977 amnesty law that had prevented war crimes under Franco from being tried, and he argued that a law to

“erase crimes against humanity, which can’t be described as political crimes, is null.”

Judge Garzon is currently being persecuted by the Spanish judiciary, which is traditionally partisan and linked to the new majority conservative Partido Popular (PP).

Dady Chery, Editor
Haiti Chery

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Tres Poemas

Por Frederico Garcia Lorca
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Cancioncilla del primer beso

En la mañana verde,
quería ser corazón.
Corazón.

Y en la tarde madura
quería ser ruiseñor.
Ruiseñor.

(Alma,
ponte color de naranja.
Alma,
ponte color de amor)

En la mañana viva,
yo quería ser yo.
Corazón.

Y en la tarde caída
quería ser mi voz.
Ruiseñor.

¡Alma,
ponte color naranja!
¡Alma,
ponte color de amor!

Debussy

Mi sombra va silenciosa
por el agua de la acecia.

Por mi sombra están las ranas
privadas de las estrellas.

La sombra manda a mi cuerpo
reflejos de cosas quietas.

Mi sombra va como inmenso
cínife color violeta.

Cien grillos quieren dorar
la luz de la cañavera.

Una luz nace en mi pecho,
reflejado, de la acequia.

El Balcón

Si muero
Dejad el balcón abierto

El niño come naranjas
(Desde mi balcón lo veo)

El segador siega el trigo
(Desde mi balcón lo siento)

Si muero
Dejad el balcón abierto

Fuentes: Casa Poema | Kempis | Everything2 | Wikipedia | Haiti Chery

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