Those who are afraid of death will carry it on their shoulders. Federico Garcia Lorca More Quotes by Federico Garcia Lorca More Quotes From Federico Garcia Lorca I'll always be happy if they'd leave me alone in that delightful and unknown furthest corner, apart from struggles, putrefactions and nonsense; the ultimate corner of sugar and toast, where the mermaids catch the branches of the willows and the heart opens to a flute's sharpness. Federico Garcia Lorca mermaid struggle heart In each thing there is an insinuation of death. Stillness, silence, serenity are all apprenticeships. Federico Garcia Lorca apprenticeship serenity silence Green how I love you green. Green wind. Green boughs. The ship on the sea And the horse on the mountain. Federico Garcia Lorca horse love-you wind Devoutly the teachers point out huge fumigated domes; but beneath the statues there's no love, no love beneath the eyes set in crystal. Love is there, in flesh ripped by thirst, in the tiny hut struggling against the flood; love is there, in ditches where snakes of hunger wrestle, in the sad sea that rocks dead gulls, and in the darkest stinging kiss under pillows. Federico Garcia Lorca eye struggle teacher Hour of Stars (1920) The round silence of night, one note on the stave of the infinite. Ripe with lost poems, I step naked into the street. The blackness riddled by the singing of crickets: sound, that dead will-o'-the-wisp, that musical light perceived by the spirit. A thousand butterfly skeletons sleep within my walls. A wild crowd of young breezes over the river. Federico Garcia Lorca butterfly wall stars New York is something awful, something monstrous. I like to walk the streets, lost, but I recognize that New York is the world's greatest lie. New York is Senegal with machines. Federico Garcia Lorca machines new-york lying Damned, damned be the rich! May not even their fingernails be left!... I'm sure that they are going to Hell head-first. Federico Garcia Lorca rich may firsts In our eyes the roads are endless. Two are crossroads of the shadow. Federico Garcia Lorca shadow eye two Little black horse. Where are you taking your dead rider? Federico Garcia Lorca horse black littles The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish. Federico Garcia Lorca cities two travel New York is a meeting place for every race in the world, but the Chinese, Armenians, Russians, and Germans remain foreigners. So does everyone except the blacks. There is no doubt but that the blacks exercise great influence in North America, and, no matter what anyone says, they are the most delicate, spiritual element in that world. Federico Garcia Lorca new-york spiritual exercise Fire is fed by fire. The same small flame destroys Two stalks of wheat at once. Federico Garcia Lorca flames fire two Adam & Eve. The serpent cracked the mirror in a thousand pieces, & the apple was his rock. Federico Garcia Lorca apples rocks mirrors The gitano is the most distinguished, profound and aristocratic element in my country, the one that most represents its Way of being and best preserves the fire, the blood and the alphabet of Andalusian and universal truth. Federico Garcia Lorca fire country blood If blue is dream what then innocence? What awaits the heart if Love bears no arrows? Federico Garcia Lorca dream blue heart The theater has to impose itself on the public, and not the public on the theater... The word "Art" should be written everywhere, in the auditorium and in the dressing rooms, before the word "Business" gets written there. Federico Garcia Lorca theatre rooms art I was lucky enough to see with my own eyes the recent stock-market crash, where they lost several million dollars, a rabble of dead money that went sliding off into the sea. Never as then, amid suicides, hysteria, and groups of fainting people, have I felt the sensation of real death, death without hope, death that is nothing but rottenness, for the spectacle was terrifying but devoid of greatness... I felt something like a divine urge to bombard that whole canyon of shadow, where ambulances collected suicides whose hands were full of rings. Federico Garcia Lorca business real suicide I sing your restless longing for the statue, your fear of the feelings that await you in the street. I sing the small sea siren who sings to you, riding her bicycle of corals and conches. But above all I sing a common thought that joins us in the dark and golden hours. The light that blinds our eyes is not art. Rather it is love, friendship, crossed swords. Federico Garcia Lorca eye dark art Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath places on my cheek at night. I am afraid of being, on this shore, a branchless trunk, and what I most regret is having no flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my despair. If you are my hidden treasure, if you are my cross, my dampened pain, if I am a dog, and you alone my master, never let me lose what I have gained, and adorn the branches of your river with leaves of my estranged Autumn. Federico Garcia Lorca regret pain dog I want to be a poet, from head to toe, living and dying by poetry. Federico Garcia Lorca toes dying want
