The Weeping

Federico Garcia Lorca

I have shut my windows.
I do not want to hear the weeping.
But from behind the grey walls.
Nothing is heard but the weeping.

There are few angels that sing.
There are few dogs that bark.
A thousand violins fit in the palm of the hand.
But the weeping is an immense angel.
The weeping is an immense dog.
The weeping is an immense violin.
Tears strangle the wind.
Nothing is heard but the weeping.

Next 10 Poems

• Federico Garcia Lorca : Train Ride
• Federico Garcia Lorca : Weeping
• Richard Lovelace : A Apostacy Of One, And But One Lady
• Richard Lovelace : A Black Patch On Lucasta's Face
• Richard Lovelace : A Dialogue Betwixt Cordanus And Amoret, On A Lost Heart
• Richard Lovelace : A Dialogue. Lute And Voice
• Richard Lovelace : A Fly About A Glasse Of Burnt Claret.
• Richard Lovelace : A Fly Caught In A Cobweb
• Richard Lovelace : A Forsaken Lady To Her False Servant That Is Disdained By His New Mistriss
• Richard Lovelace : A Guiltlesse Lady Imprisoned: After Penanced. Song

Previous 10 Poems

• Federico Garcia Lorca : The Little Mute Boy
• Federico Garcia Lorca : The Gypsy And The Wind
• Federico Garcia Lorca : The Faithless Wife
• Federico Garcia Lorca : Sonnet Of The Sweet Complaint
• Federico Garcia Lorca : Soneto
• Federico Garcia Lorca : Serenata
• Federico Garcia Lorca : Saturday Paseo: Adelina
• Federico Garcia Lorca : Romance Sonmbulo
• Federico Garcia Lorca : Romance De La Luna
• Federico Garcia Lorca : Preciosa Y El Aire