The weeping of the guitarbegins.The goblets of dawnare smashed.The weeping of the guitarbegins.Uselessto silence it.Impossible to silence it.It weeps monotonouslyas water weepsas the wind weepsover snowfields.Impossibleto silence it.It weeps for distant things.Hot southern sandsyearning for white camellias.Weeps arrow without targetevening without morningand the first dead birdon the branch.Oh, guitar!Heart mortally woundedby five swords.................. The Guitar by Federico García Lorca
translated by Cola Franzen
Image Woman With A Guitar by Pablo Picasso
10 comments:
Me encanta la guitarra. ¡Sabes que estoy pensando en apuntarme a clases?
Ya te contaré. Un besazo!!!
What a lovely companion piece to the song "While my guitar gently weeps" by George Harrison.
Thanks for sharing this with us dearest.
Joy always,
Susan
I love the way birds and guitars come off so synonymous here.. pretty powerful
nice hit susan...i was thinking of the same song as i read this...i feel the words...and swords...
Hi... awesome!
Nice poem! Play that song again Dulce... I love the sound of your writing!! Thx for sharing dear.
Hope to read more from you...
There is something about a weeping guitar. You captured it so well, you and Picasso…
I truly loved this. My guitar weeps because I don't play it.
This is singing a bitter-sweet song...
"Oh, guitar!"
Oh GUITAR???
Those five strings mortally wound a heart? (Violin has 'only' four!)
Well...maybe--grin!
Actually, it's a beautiful poem, wish I knew how to understand it in the original.
And Picasso--always a favorite for me. I could study his work forever.
Thanks, Dulce
As a guitarist, I thank you for bringing this one to us!
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