Frederico Garcia Lorca by M.A.Meddings
No poet captured the spirit of truth as did Lorca, the Spanish poet of the 30's. For his words he was murdered in Granada by Fascist thugs during the Spanish civil war, Just to silence him. Most of his friends stood by and watched it happen and did nothing
In your name I see
Your countries pain
See the divergent codes
And the anger of Centuries
In your words I see the suffering
Of Guernica and Salamanca
And here the thud of foreign bombs
I knelt in shame in Granadian darkness
As they took your life
I became the conscience of Alhambra
The fallen heros that called themselves friends
As they who swore to uphold thy stand
Faded into shadows as the thugs came
In the pain of Andalucia I hear them call your name
Garcia, Garcia, Garcia,
And I write of you in their blood
Frederico Garcia Lorca
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2007-07-16 at 23:50
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