Federico García Lorca's most famous lines
The top 3 according to 90 votes from people: The weeping of the guitar / begins. · I don't want to see it! · If I die, / leave the balcony open.. (Updated Jul 20, 2019.)
The Lorca verses people know by heart all over the world, from Gypsy Ballads to The House of Bernarda Alba, each with its book or play.
Automatically translated (original in Español). See the original
Top 12
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The weeping of the guitar / begins.
«The Guitar», in Poem of the Deep Song (1931).
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2
I don't want to see it!
«The Spilled Blood», second part of the Lament for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías (1935).
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3
If I die, / leave the balcony open.
«Farewell», in Songs (1927).
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It will be a long time before there is born, if ever, / an Andalusian so bright, so rich in adventure.
The close of the Lament for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías (1935).
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5
Córdoba. / Distant and alone.
«Rider's Song», in Songs (1927).
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6
Green, how I want you green. / Green wind. Green branches.
The opening of «Sleepwalking Ballad», in Gypsy Ballads (1928).
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7
At five in the afternoon.
The refrain of «The Goring and the Death», in Lament for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías (1935).
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The moon came to the forge / in her bustle of spikenards.
«Ballad of the Moon, Moon», the poem that opens Gypsy Ballads (1928).
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9
Silence, I said! Silence!
Bernarda's orders to her daughters, in The House of Bernarda Alba (1936).
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10
Dawn in New York has / four columns of mire.
«Dawn», in Poet in New York (published 1940).
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11
The most terrible of all feelings is the feeling of having dead hope.
Doña Rosita the Spinster (1935).
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12
Theatre is poetry that rises from the book and becomes human.
From a 1936 interview about his idea of theatre.
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Comments (9)
«A las cinco de la tarde», se me pone la piel de gallina.
Faltan cosas de Bodas de sangre y de Yerma, no todo es poesía.
Lo de «Si muero, dejad el balcón abierto» es precioso.
Córdoba, lejana y sola... qué belleza.
En el instituto nos hicieron aprender el Romance sonámbulo de memoria, aún me acuerdo.
Bonita selección.
«Verde que te quiero verde», la sabe toda España.
Lorca es el poeta más grande de nuestra lengua, y lo mataron.
El Llanto por Ignacio Sánchez Mejías me pone los pelos de punta.