4th Post: (Federico Garcia Lorca, Selected Poems)

"Who showed you the path of the poets?

The fountain and the stream of the antique song."

I am stunned again and again by Lorca's singular reconciliation of a mysticism and a classicism. there is the Lorca of feverish anarchy, of uprooted streets and crimson rain, but also the Lorca who masters the absence, the terse dialect of words, like Franz Wright, or like Jack Gilbert, (contemporary poets). Here, it is Lorca's humility, his sense of time, of time and of a melody of light, that ushers his poems up through the page, like a faint mist over the more furious tempests of his soul.