Now you slip away in sleep. Your boat is sea-mist, dreaming, by the shore.
Spain’s most beloved poet, Federico García Lorca brilliantly captures the beauty and brutality of the twentieth century. His creative imagination transcends his own experiences – be it from the perspective of an ant, a gypsy nun, or Socrates – to meditate on death, love and honour, and to interrogate the decay and pretence of his society. Lorca’s poetry excites, moves and disarms.
Born in Fuente Vaqueros, Granada, Spain, June 5 1898; died near Granada, August 19 1936, García Lorca is one of Spain's most deeply appreciated and highly revered poets and dramatists. His murder by the Nationalists at the start of the Spanish civil war brought sudden international fame, accompanied by an excess of political rhetoric which led a later generation to question his merits; after the inevitable slump, his reputation has recovered (largely with a shift in interest to the less obvious works). He must now be bracketed with Machado as one of the two greatest poets Spain has produced in the 20th century, and he is certainly Spain's greatest dramatist since the Golden Age.
Translated poetry, surely the most prone to failures of interpretation, both from reader and translator. But somehow I always seem to enjoy Lorca’s poetry in translation. Even when I don’t really get it. It’s always interesting, and occasionally quite moving.
It would've been nice to have had the Spanish original beside each one and it would've been even nicer if I could understand it that way! Having said that the translated versions were still a pleasure to read and made me wanna write my own poems sooo bad and I just love love loveeee language and words and the magic they create!!!
Archive #12 3.5 Along with Garcia Lorca himself, a lot of credit must be given to the translators here for this sweet little collection. While I cannot read Spanish, and so cannot speak to the accuracy, the poems read very well. You could almost forget that you were reading works in translation!
My main takeaway from this book was 'wow, Federico really loves the moon.' And you know what? So do I!
I need to reread this to fully understand the nuances of each poem, but as a collection, it's lush, evocative and utterly enjoyable. I just wish it indicated who translated which poems.