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فلننفجر غضبًا أمام لوركا.. عيناك واشيتان، لوركا..مخيفتان . to be reviewed.

I lugged this beast across Cuba 11 years ago. I'm curious to go back the Hennepin Country Library and see if that copy still has all the sand and stains it accumulated (though if it wasn't checked in the year after I retuned it, it was probably de-accessioned). 'Guadalquivir, high tower and wind in t Leggi tutto

دائما ما تفقد الترجمة جزء من روح الشاعر وربما ظهر ذلك فى بعض القصائد ولكن مع ذلك اقيم الديوان بـ 5 نجوم ليتني استطيع قراءة هذا الديوان بلغته الاصلية دون ترجمة ,, لوركا أنت الاروع على الاطلاق ______________________ آه أيتها المرأة الجبارة المصنوعةمن الأبنوس والناردين لكِ نفس أبيض كــ اليانسون أنت فينوس فى Leggi tutto

I think this book will be on my "currently reading" shelf forever - similar to the way some people keep a Bible on their nightstand... I love picking this up - and having the Spain of the 1920s & 30s wash over me... "Dry Land, quiet land of immense nights ... (Wind in the olive grove, wind in the si Leggi tutto

South Wind. Dark and burning, Soaked with orange blossoms, You come over my flesh, Bringing me seed Of brilliant gazes. You turn the moon red, Make captive poplars moan, But you’ve come too late! I’ve already scrolled up the night Of my tale on the shelf! Without any wind -Look sharp!- Turn, heart. Turn, my heart Leggi tutto

When you highlight or underline every word, phrase, sentence and stanza on a page, you might as well just put the mind that wants to hold them poems in the hand to rest. Lorca is an incantatory force of nature. I'm happy that I've overcome my squeamishness about reading poetry in translation. It's n Leggi tutto

just about as awesome as i remember when i read it is a younger, teenage poet. full of dark mystery, the moon, the half moon, spikenard, adultry, horses and so forth. the love poems are longing and enigmatic and a lot of it contains ample scenery of days that are lost to me. roving countrysides and

The Silence “Listen, my child, to the silence. An undulating silence, a silence that turns valleys and echoes slippery, that bends foreheads toward the ground.” And Then “The labyrinths that time creates vanish. (Only the desert remains.) The heart, fountain of desire, vanishes. (Only the desert remains.) The illusio Leggi tutto

If you are going to get a book of Lorca's poetry, this is the absolute best you can get. It's a bilingual edition and it contains pretty much everything other than his plays. I wish I had been around to see him speak and perform his poetry.

What remains to be said of Lorca? What insights could I possibly add? I don’t know. But I do know one thing. For my money, Federico García Lorca is the greatest poet who’s ever lived. It’s as simple as that. For those of you who follow my rather obnoxious Instagram account, you’ll probably have seen Leggi tutto