Spanish poet & playwright (1898-1936)
Damned, damned be the rich! May not even their fingernails be left!... I'm sure that they are going to Hell head-first.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
Doña Rosita, the Spinster
The mirror
is the mother dew,
the book of desiccated
twilights, echo become flesh.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
"Capriccio"
As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
interview with Luis Bagaria, El Sol, June 10, 1936
I want to be a poet, from head to toe, living and dying by poetry.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
letter to Melchor Fernandez Almagro, February 1926
Between your love for me and mine for you
--air of stars and tremor of plant--
a thicket of anemones raises
with a dark moan an entire year.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
"Sonnet of the Garland of Roses"
Old women can see through walls.
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
The House of Bernarda Alba