Thursday, March 09, 2006

Gacela of the Flight

Gacela of the Flight

Often I lost myself in the sea,
my ears filled with fresh-cut flowers
my tongue filled with love and anguish.
often I lost myself in the sea,
as I am lost in the hearts of children.

No one when giving a kiss
fails to feel the smile of faceless people.
No one who touches a newborn child,
forgets the immobile skulls of horses.

Because the roses search the forehead,
for the toughened landscapes of bone,
and Man’s hands have no fate,
but to imitate roots, under the ground.

As I am lost in the hearts of children,
often I lost myself in the sea.
Ignorant of water, I go searching,
for death, in light, consuming me

Garcia Lorca


Anonymous WhattheH said...

I have to think about this one for awhile. It's beautifully evocative - but I'm not sure how I feel about it. Thanks for giving me something to chew on.

5:21 PM  
Blogger durrati said...

The thing I find most interesting about the Spanish artists, Goya, Picasso, Lorca, Dali is their ardor for what is beautiful in the world can never give way to sentimentality. Seeing their fellow Spainards living under the most brutal repression will not allow that to happen. "The rose searching for bone" is pretty straight forward. Other than that I think Lorca means to say that in the way children cannot understand his poetry,like life cannot understan death, he cannot fathom the sea...and finds solace in that fact.

8:31 PM  
Anonymous WhattheH said...

Interesting. Like all great poets, his work speaks to each of us in a different way. I'm still chewing on it, but thanks for you view. I'll get back to you.

8:51 PM  
Anonymous WhattheH said...

I'm sitting here, listening to Andrea Bocelli, trying to make sense of this poem, and have decided that there is no sense. In a way, Lorca is saying Goodbye. Was he prescient, knowing that he wouldn't survive? I don't know, but this poem evokes such sadness, despair and hopelessness in me. Yet, it is strangely, almost hypnotically, beautiful.
I hope the job is going well. I have an interview on Monday for a retail position in a wine store! I would have preferred a book store, but wine is my second weakness. Hope there are discounts involved!
If you ever have a chance to come north to Toronto, let me know. I've always secretly yearned to be a tour guide, and I know some less expensive places to stay.

11:49 AM  
Anonymous WhattheH said...

I've mentioned Susan Goyette a couple of times - here's a sample.

There are more ways to abandon a child
than to leave them at the mouth of the woods.
Sometimes by the time you find them, they've made up names
for all the birds and constellations, and they've broken
their reflections in the lake with sticks.

With my daughter came promises and vows
that unfolded through time like a roadmap and led me
to myself as a child, filled with wonder for my father
who could make sound from a wide blade of grass

and his breath. Here in the stillness of forest,
the sun columning before me temple-ancient
that wonder is what I regret losing most; that wonder
and the true name of birds.

Duratti, Lorca, Goyette and Bocelli. I'm blessed.

11:57 AM  

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