Eldar Baruch

“My head is full of fire
and grief and my tongue
runs wild, pierced
with shards of glass.”
― Federico García Lorca, Three Tragedies: Blood Wedding, Yerma, Bernarda Alba

“In the green morning
I wanted to be a heart.
A heart.

And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.

(Soul,
turn orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.)

In the vivid morning
I wanted to be myself.
A heart.

And at the evening's end
I wanted to be my voice.
A nightingale.

Soul,
turn orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.

- Ditty of First Desire”
― Federico García Lorca, Selected Verse

“After you left me
I had a bloodhound sniff at
my chest and my belly. Let it fill its nostrils
and set out to find you.

I hope it will find you and rip
your lover’s balls to shreds and bite off his cock—
or at least
bring me one of your stockings between its teeth.”
― Yehuda Amichai, The Selected Poetry of Yehuda Amichai

“Don't ask me any questions. I've seen how things that seek their way find their void instead.”
― Federico García Lorca, Poet in New York