FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA (1898 ~ 1936) Is my favourite SPANISH POET. He was assassinated in the Spanish Civil War for His Left Wing Associations. I studied his Poetry for Spanish A-Level and have translated several of His Poems. La Giutarra is one of my favourites. My MUSE was stirred by a line in UNSUB*S Poem *Giutarist* yesterday. That how MPS operates !
The Guitar begins to weep ~ mournfully
Causing stirrings of Dawn to be silenced.
It weeps incessantly ~ as water weeps
As wind weeps ~ over the Fields of Snow
It is impossible to silence it !
The Guitar weeps for lost & distant things
Hot Southern Sands & White Camelias
It is impossible to silence it !
Weeps for ~ Arrow sans Target ~ Evening sans Dawn
First dead sparrow on the branch ~ Oh Guitar
Your Heart is mortally wounded ~ by My
Five fingers plucking your strings mournfully !
When the Guitar begins to weep ~ sadly
It is impossible to to silence it !
This translation is presented as a 8 4 2 Blank Verse (iambic pentameter ~ 10 syllables per line) Sonnet. *It is impossible to silence it* is a key line showing the futility of trying to stop the pain and it is repeated in line 5 8 & 14. In my (Sonnet) Arrangement of the Original it occurs ~ twice in Line 4 & once in Line 7. Lorcas poems are not easy to translate into Poetic English (rather than prose) and preserve the Pathos !
Spanish Version written as a 4 3 5 2 Sonnet ~ Angela
Empieza el llanto de la Guitarra
Se rompen las copas de la madrugada
Empieza el llanto de la Guitarra
Es inutil callaria - Es impossible callaria !
LLora monotona como llora el agua
Como llora el viento sobre la nevada.
Es impossible callaria !
Llora por cosas lejanas
Arena del Sur caliente
Que pide camilias blancas
Llora fiecha sin bianco ~ la tarde sin manana
Y el primer pajaro muerte sobre la rama.
Oh Giutarra ! Carazon malherido
Por cinco espadas !
Normally a Spanish Flamenco Guitar has SIX strings ! These six strings are plucked and hammered ~ by the five fingers as is the Body of the Guitar ~ piercing its heart like five swords. Lorcas Poetry is very figurative ! Another translation reads more literally *Oh Guitar ~ Heart mortally wounded by five swords !* Because Mi Padre es Espanol ~ my Spanish Teacher never argued with my Translations ~ despite my first Language being English ! I was born & raised in London ! I am a FLAMENCO DANCER and BRIAN is learning to play the FLAMENCO GUITAR. It has a GOPEADOR which is a metal plate for the Guitarist to Hammer - Scratch - Tear - Wrench & Pummel to make it WEEP for CANTE JONDO (Deep Blues) the GUITAR really has to suffer ! Classical Guitarists are appalled by the way in which FLAMENCO GUITARISTS abuse their Instruments to get the Pathos they want ! This is what this awesome Poem is all about ~ AMEN !
Thanks for visiting comments welcome - Love Angela & Brian
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A fine write A&B. At one church they groaned when - yep, every week, the guy with the guitar appeared for Services.
They were not fuddy-duddy, but that's ALL that got every week. Erm, he was the Music Group!
Well, some others had insisted on throwing out the Choir and not playing the organ!
Oooops Sorry Uncle Steve ~ We sent a Comment instead of a REPLY ~ Please check POEM ~ Thnaks A & B !
B RIAN HERE ~ GUT MITWOK UNCLE STEVE.
Unfortunately in many of todays Chruches its not the THEOLOGY that causes the contention but the HYMNOLOGY & its accompanyment. We have a TEEN MUSIC group in the Morning (say no more) dressed fo Glastonbury (what happened to the Sunday Suit) and Organ & Piano in the Evening and avarage age 50* and hymns A & M ~ *Happy but NO Clappy !* Its ike a *Creche* in the Morning & the WI in the evening. In the Morning all Heaven breaks OUT ! C*est La Vie ! Balance is needed ! We also have BANNERS ~ FLAG WAVING & DANCING in the AILSES & Big Mouth Puppets in the Morning folowed by a Bun Fight ! Its no wonder we get 100+ am & only 30 pm ! You would enjoy it AM beause most people sing out of Tune ! PM it is SLOW - LOW & Four-part harmony S A T B etc ! Dont forget to visit the FUSION on ECOPOETRY ~ Thanks.
Blessing to You & Nosey Noggin
Spirit Love BRIAN ANGELA & SMOKEY
Thanks A&B. I've had all sorts of experiences, I suppose, with trying out, or jsut visiting , various churches. Noggin wants to come to church too. In a rather eccentric church, some rich-looking(!) people bought along thier little dogs - probably called Sweety-Pie or something naff!
That is such a lovely write - I'll copy it for my favourite file which I keep in hard copy.
While these are words of another, thanks for bringing them to life for us.
This has to be one of your best dear Duo - - it pulls at the heartstrings with each sad line - - into my faves with this poignant piece.
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