Federico Garcia Lorca Quotes About Water

Quotes about: Water

• The poem, the song, the picture, is only water drawn from the well of the people, and it should be given back to them in a cup of beauty so that they may drink - and in drinking understand themselves.

  Federico Garcia Lorca

  Song, Drinking, People

• Love is the kiss in the quiet nest while the leaves are trembling, mirrored in the water.

  Federico Garcia Lorca

  Kissing, Love Is, Water

• 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

  Kings, Boys, Voice

  Federico Garcia Lorca, “The Little Mute Boy”

• The weeping of the guitar begins. The goblets of dawn are smashed. The weeping of the guitar begins. Useless to silence it. Impossible to silence it. It weeps monotonously as water weeps as the wind weeps over snowfields. Impossible to silence it. It weeps for distant things. Hot southern sands yearning for white camellias. Weeps arrow without target evening without morning and the first dead bird on the branch. Oh, guitar! Heart mortally wounded by five swords.

  Federico Garcia Lorca

  Morning, Heart, Guitar

  Federico García Lorca, “The Guitar”

• 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

  Stars, Kissing, Echoes

• Men like to pleasure us, girl. They like to undo our plaits and give us water to drink from their own mouths. That's what makes the world go round.

  Federico Garcia Lorca

  Girl, Men, Giving

  Federico Garcia Lorca (2014). “Lorca Plays: 1: Blood Wedding; Yerma; Dona Rosita the Spinster”, p.169, A&C Black

• The moon carries the masks of meningitis into bedrooms, fills the wombs of pregnant women with cold water and, as soon as I'm not careful, throws handfuls of grass on my shoulders.

  Federico Garcia Lorca

  Moon, Water, Cold

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