Dawn by Federico Garcia Lorca

Enjoy this poem by Federico Garcia Lorca

Dawn in New York hasfour columns of mireand a hurricane of black pigeonssplashing in the putrid waters.

Dawn in New York groanson enormous fire escapessearching between the anglesfor spikenards of drafted anguish.

Dawn arrives and no one receives it in his mouthbecause morning and hope are impossible there:sometimes the furious swarming coinspenetrate like drills and devour abandoned children.

Those who go out early know in their bonesthere will be no paradise or loves that bloom and die:they know they will be mired in numbers and laws,in mindless games, in fruitless labors.

The light is buried under chains and noisesin the impudent challenge of rootless science.And crowds stagger sleeplessly through the boroughsas if they had just escaped a shipwreck of blood.

Poet in New York 1929-1930
Translated by Greg Simon & Steven F. White

99 Problems

Nowadays people cry and complain

Always worried about the little things

When have we stopped to smell the roses?

Or maybe even look up at the sky?

Never have the time to say hello but goodbye

Mom and Dad calling from home to make sure you're alright

But have you ever tried calling to say I love you or goodnight?

Nowadays everyone is looking for a way out

When times get tough all they do is walk out

When have we ever gave our friend a hug?

Or maybe tell our worst enemy they're loved?

Never giving a thought about the things they've been through

You get so mad you blurt out I hate you

Nowadays people are always on the go

Never taking it easy or slow

When have we ever said thank you?

Or maybe even please?

But quick to say I want or need

Nowadays people are entitled to what they deserve

But that shit shit changes when life throws us a curve

When have we listened to what needed to be said?

So god damn foolish you'd rather stay inside your head

So what if you didn't get an A

Or get those new shoes

Shut the fuck up and listen to the news

People are dying

Bloodshed all throughout the streets

And your crying because you don't know what to EAT

What is water

Water, water, water
Cold, hot, hot, cold

Here, there, everywhere
Wet? Liquid? Solid? Gas?

Water, water, water
Boiling, freezing, evaporating

Vast, Limitless, Vast, Endless?
Color, colorless, color, clear

water, water, water
Pond, creek

Pond, creek, river
Pond, creek, river, lake

Pond, creek, river, lake, ocean
Water, water, water

Flowing, running, leaking
Form, elegance

A dance

Get me the hell out of Here

Take me somewhere else

Take me away from Florida

Take me away from the tourist 

Take me somewhere that's not Ringling

Take me to my home free of pompous asses

Take me to a place free of entitlement

Take me to a place free of know it alls

Take me somewhere North

Take me to a place where the snow kisses the Earth

Take me to a place where there's no stupidity

Take me to a place where kindness is considered strength and not weakness

Take me somewhere free of judgement

Take me to a small town where everyone stops to say hello

Take me to a place where no one bumps into you because their on the phone

Take me to a place where no one says yeet 24/7

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