
"Seventy years after his death, his voice is just as alive as on that 19 August night when bullets tried to silence it." --conclusion to this 2006 article, Poet's Death Still Troubles Spain.
Here is the link to the bilingual Fundacion Federico García Lorca (in Madrid) created by Lorca's sister, Isabel. BBC link of Lorca's life in pictures, here. I can barely write a thing as this horrific murder makes me weep.
The Interrupted Concert
The frozen sleepy pause
of the half moon
has broken the harmony
of the deep night.
The ditches, shrouded in sedge,
protest in silence,
and the frogs, muezzins of shadow,
have fallen silent.
In the old village inn
the sad music has ceased,
and the most ancient of stars
has muted its ray.
The wind has come to rest
in dark mountain caves,
and a solitary poplar—Pythagoras
of the pure plain—
lifts its aged hand
to strike at the moon. (trans. W.S. Merwin)
3 comments:
Thank you for this. Garcia Lorca is (with Shakespeare), my favorite poet of all times. His poems are sheer music, and so intensely raw, lyrical. Verde que te quiero verde....
I know. I thought of you yesterday, M-L. I'll never get over what happened to him & I was not even born yet. Also, because this is happening to writers & artists the world 'round as I type, it hits the gut.
Lorca was such a powerful writer and his death was horrifying. Beautiful post.
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