Cogida and Death
At five in the afternoon.
It was exactly five in the afternoon.
A boy brought the white sheet
at five in the afternoon.
A frail of lime ready prepared
at five in the afternoon.
The rest was death, and death alone.
The wind carried away the cottonwool
at five in the afternoon.
And the oxide scattered crystal and nickel
at five in the afternoon.
Now the dove and the leopard wrestle
at five in the afternoon.
And a thigh with a desolated horn
at five in the afternoon.
The bass-string struck up
at five in the afternoon.
Arsenic bells and smoke
at five in the afternoon.
Groups of silence in the corners
at five in the afternoon.
And the bull alone with a high heart!
At five in the afternoon.
When the sweat of snow was coming
at five in the afternoon,
when the bull ring was covered with iodine
at five in the afternoon.
Death laid eggs in the wound
at five in the afternoon.
At five in the afternoon.
At five o'clock in the afternoon.
A coffin on wheels is his bed
at five in the afternoon.
Bones and flutes resound in his ears
at five in the afternoon.
Now the bull was bellowing through his forehead
at five in the afternoon.
The room was iridiscent with agony
at five in the afternoon.
In the distance the gangrene now comes
at five in the afternoon.
Horn of the lily through green groins
at five in the afternoon.
The wounds were burning like suns
at five in the afternoon.
At five in the afternoon.
Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon!
It was five by all the clocks!
It was five in the shade of the afternoon
Garcia Lorca, 1935.
Excerpt from 'Lament for Ignacio Sanchez Mejias'
It was exactly five in the afternoon.
A boy brought the white sheet
A frail of lime ready prepared
The rest was death, and death alone.
The wind carried away the cottonwool
And the oxide scattered crystal and nickel
Now the dove and the leopard wrestle
And a thigh with a desolated horn
The bass-string struck up
Arsenic bells and smoke
Groups of silence in the corners
And the bull alone with a high heart!
At five in the afternoon.
When the sweat of snow was coming
when the bull ring was covered with iodine
Death laid eggs in the wound
At five in the afternoon.
At five o'clock in the afternoon.
A coffin on wheels is his bed
Bones and flutes resound in his ears
Now the bull was bellowing through his forehead
The room was iridiscent with agony
In the distance the gangrene now comes
Horn of the lily through green groins
The wounds were burning like suns
At five in the afternoon.
Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon!
It was five by all the clocks!
It was five in the shade of the afternoon
Garcia Lorca, 1935.
Excerpt from 'Lament for Ignacio Sanchez Mejias'
Frederico García Lorca is a Spanish playwright and poet. This poem was narrating the death of Sanchez Mejias, his friend a famous bull-fighter, who met his tragic end in the bullring on August 11th, 1934.
Two years later, Garcia Lorca himself became one of the first and most famous victims of the Spanish Civil War. On August 19, 1936, he was executed under a mysterious circumstances by Nationalist partisans, most probably due to his involvements with the left leaning Republican Front. It was only after the end of Fransisco Franco's regime in 1975 that García Lorca's works could be publicly discussed in Spain;
Two years later, Garcia Lorca himself became one of the first and most famous victims of the Spanish Civil War. On August 19, 1936, he was executed under a mysterious circumstances by Nationalist partisans, most probably due to his involvements with the left leaning Republican Front. It was only after the end of Fransisco Franco's regime in 1975 that García Lorca's works could be publicly discussed in Spain;



2 Comments:
hmm, seems that you also have a 'thing' for a 'leftist martyr'..
..the Spanish conflict was much more complex than a left vs. right dichotomy. Vindication of Lorca's 'left' ideology is highly debatable. There can be other reasons for the execution and the banning.
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