Find them a conscience declared in
an absolute casual
sun, find them a feat
declared by the happy
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MyNOTES: MODERN Poem Of The Day, eralier below I wrote a mistake, that must be MODERN Poem and not as I earlier mentioned below. Thank you.
This poem misses many things, especially The ORIGINAL FORM of this world famous poem of Ferderico Garcia Lorca. Thank you for your attention, regards from sad Sylvia FC, Dutch Poetess.
This poem reads very odd and is incomplete, therefore it does not deserve a posting here, because I cannot write a feedback, a conclusion or just a pretty comment since I cannot read this poem of the world famous FREDERICO GARCIA LORCA. I am saddest about that, truly very very sad. CONGRATS for being chosen as the Classic Poem Of The Day!
TWO: default settings of the text box here. Thank you so much, Lantz! Truly, a greatest relief for me.
I do agree for 100 % with LANTZ PIERRE´s comment. He knows how the poem must sound. I do not know about the poems of FGL´s poems, but it read very odd. Then I discovered LANTZ´s explanation (comment) below. Due to Lantz, I am relieved to know about the incompleteness in the working. I cite here Lantz´s words as he wrote below: Garcia Lorca's intended layout of this poem has been thoroughly corrupted by the crappy
Sorry, this Lorca poem does not make any sense. May be the fault lies with its translation.
Declaring will be with truth in true way and that will be the work of conscience for mankind, ..... (continued)
.... absolute little lives Always tell a wall, ............................... Only a poet could demonstrate the life this way. Unique!
It's really annoying that this site has no allowance for lines that don't begin with the first letter at the extreme left margin. Garcia Lorca's intended layout of this poem has been thoroughly corrupted by the by the crappy default settings of the text box here. Without the correct visual flow the poem loses a lot of its immediate impact. And I think this poem relies on that immediacy quite a bit. This is not a fully logical presentation. There should be a telling balance between the authoritarian feel of the language and the more flowing choreography of the lay-out on the page. When everything is left-justified that nuance is completely lost, and the poem falters. There needs to be that delicacy between meaning and vision to draw out the emotive impact. As it is presented here the non-sense surrealism, couched in harsh, biting phrases loses the brilliance of the dance exhibited in the way Garcia Lorca indented these lines and moved the readers eye with rhythm and playfulness that contributes to the overall impression the piece should elicit in the reader. It's a pity. It amounts to the same as editing the actual words. This is a perversion of how this poem should live on the page.
Zonse zambwino