The day that hunger is eradicated from the earth there will be the greatest spiritual explosion the world has ever known. Humanity cannot imagine the joy that will burst into the world. Federico Garcia Lorca More Quotes by Federico Garcia Lorca More Quotes From Federico Garcia Lorca Everyone understands the pain that accompanies death, but genuine pain doesn't live in the spirit, nor in the air, nor in our lives, nor on these terraces of billowing smoke. The genuine pain that keeps everything awake is a tiny, infinite burn on the innocent eyes of other systems. Federico Garcia Lorca pain eye air The mirror is the mother dew, the book of desiccated twilights, echo become flesh. Federico Garcia Lorca twilight mother book Hail, mute devil! You are the most intense animal. An eternal mystic of the fleshly inferno. Federico Garcia Lorca intense devil animal The Little Mute Boy The little boy was looking for his voice. (The king of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. I do not want it for speaking with; I will make a ring of it so that he may wear my silence on his little finger In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. (The captive voice, far away, put on a cricket's clothes.) Translated by William S. Merwin Federico Garcia Lorca voice kings boys I'm afraid to be on this shore a trunk without limbs, and what I most regret is not to have flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my suffering. Federico Garcia Lorca regret flower suffering There's no doubt that I really have a feeling for the theater. These past few days it has occurred to me to do a comedy whose chief characters are photographic enlargements. Those people we see in doorways. Newlyweds, sergeants, dead girls, an anonymous crowd full of mustaches and wrinkles. It should be terrible. If I focus it well, it will possess pathos without consolation. In the midst of those people I will place an authentic fairy. Federico Garcia Lorca girl character past Everything's a fan. Brother, open up your arms. God is the pivot. Federico Garcia Lorca arms fans brother If I told you the whole story it would never end...What's happened to me has happened to a thousand woman. Federico Garcia Lorca thousand ends stories A dead man in Spain is more alive than a dead man anywhere in the world. Federico Garcia Lorca spain alive men Variación / Variations El remanso de aire bajo la rama del eco. El remanso del agua bajo fronda de luceros. El remanso de tu boca bajo espesura de besos. * The still waters of the air under the bough of the echo. The still waters of the water under a frond of stars. The still waters of your mouth under a thicket of kisses. Translated from the Spanish by Lysander Kemp Federico Garcia Lorca echoes kissing stars With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand. Federico Garcia Lorca silence soul dark Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verde ramas. Green I love you green. Green Wind. Green branches. Federico Garcia Lorca tree wind love The dancer's trembling heart must bring everything into harmony, from the tips of her shoes to the flutter of her eyelashes, from the ruffles of her dress to the incessant play of her fingers. Federico Garcia Lorca eyelashes play heart Just as the light and weightless vegetation of saltpeter floats over the old walls of houses as soon as the owner gets careless, so the literary vocation springs up in you. Federico Garcia Lorca wall light spring Pero yo ya no soy yo Ni mi casa es ya mi casa. But now I am no longer I, nor is my house any longer my house. Federico Garcia Lorca soy house Death laid its eggs in the wound Federico Garcia Lorca wounds eggs Relish the fresh landscape of my wound, break rushes and delicate rivulets, drink blood poured on honeyed thigh. Federico Garcia Lorca landscape drink blood Death, lonely death, Beneath the withered leaves. Federico Garcia Lorca withered-leaves withered lonely The groom is like a flower of gold. When he walks, blossoms at his feet unfold. Federico Garcia Lorca flower gold feet My tongue is pierced with glass. Federico Garcia Lorca tongue glasses
