Mariann Wizard: García Lorca’s Grave

García Lorca’s Grave

García Lorca’s grave
has been found, they say,
in Spain –
           in Spain, where the rain
           fell on Abel and on Cain –
           where those without fear
           were shortly seen to disappear –
           in Spain, where the brave
           fell mainly into mass graves –
in fascist Spain.

García Lorca’s grave has been found
just where it should be, of course, in Spain!
For people don’t just “disappear”,
not him, nor any of the tens of thousands of
           poets, patriots, shopkeepers,
           communists, loudmouths,
           troublemakers who didn’t know
           when to Shut Up
           and who still, it seems,
           have something to say.

His books were burned, then banned; what’s left to save?
Ah, but words don’t need books; they whisper on the waves!

Federico, hermano, ¿que dices?
           “The bull does not know you, nor the fig tree,
           nor the horses, nor the ants in your own house.
           The child and the afternoon do not know you…
           “Because you have died for ever…
           like all the dead who are forgotten
           in a heap of lifeless dogs.”

So he wrote, and so it was;
he was no wraith to walk in wishful dreams,
but a man full of bullets, covered with dirt.

As Whitman sang, of himself, of the body, of fragile Life,
of ordinary people and ordinary strife,
and, in the hearing, self-awareness rose –
so in García Lorca’s work this ferment grows:
           “Nobody knows you. No. But I sing of you.”
           Now the faggot poet’s bones are rising,
           entwined with all the bones with which our “Spain” is paved,
           for nothing hidden is ever truly lost,
           and nothing true remains forever hidden,
           nor will the people’s voice be silenced in the common grave.
García Lorca’s grave has been found
in Spain, where shells fell, in an uncivil hell,
and bells tolled, for the young and the bold –
in Spain, in this bloody, hallowed ground.

— © Mariann G. Wizard
October 19, 2008

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3 Responses to Mariann Wizard: García Lorca’s Grave

  1. Mariann says:

    I should have mentioned that the 7 italicized, quoted lines in this poem are from Garcia Lorca’s “Lament for Ignacio Sanchez Mejias”; I regret that I do not know the translator’s identity.

  2. Anonymous says:

    This is great. Thanks! Lorca vive!

  3. Akwasi says:

    This is heavy, wow!

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