“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.” LightHouseWallSpringOwnersVocationFloatsCarelessVegetation Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“The world is a shoulder of dark meat (black flesh of an old mule). And the light is on the other side.” WorldLightSidesBlackDarkFleshShouldersMeatMules Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Angel and Muse approach from without; the Angel sheds light and the Muse gives form (Hesiod learned of them). Gold leaf or chiton-folds: the poet finds his models in his laurel coppice. But the Duende, on the other hand, must come to life in the nethermost recesses of the blood.” GivingHandsLightFormBloodPoetApproachModelsAngelGoldShedMuseLeafsFoldsLaurelsRecess Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“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.” LightYoungSpiritNightLostStarsSoundHoursSleepSilenceStepsStreetsWallThousandSingingRiversInfiniteNotesRoundsMusicalCrowdsNakedButterflyCricketBreezeRipeBlacknessSkeletonsWisps Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“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.” ArtFeelingsLightEyeHoursDarkCommonSeaStreetsLongingGoldenRidingRestlessStatuesBicycleFriendship LoveSirensGolden Hour Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
