Impresiones y paisajes (Impressions and Landscapes 1918) Libro de poemas (Book of Poems 1921)
Never let me lose the marvelof your statue-like eyes, or the accentthe solitary rose of your breathplaces on my cheek at night.
For Laurita, my sister’s friend The moon is dead dead — it will come back to life in the spring
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights.
For Mary Peace Then I led her to the river certain she was still a virgin though she had a husband.
For Claudio Guillén In the branches of the laurel tree I saw two dark doves One was the sun and one the moon Little neighbors I said
Moon came to the forge in her petticoat of nard The boy looks and looks the boy looks at the Moon In the turbulent air
In the green morningI wanted to be a heart.A heart.
So I took her to the riverbelieving she was a maiden,but she already had a husband.
January 1955 Ode to Walt Whitman BY FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA