Spanish poetry has an impressive history, ranging from Spain’s Golden Age poets like Garcilaso de la Vega and Luis de Góngora to Federico García Lorca and the existential reflections of Antonio Machado. A vast collection of Spanish poems have captivated readers with their lyrical beauty.
Spanish poetry embraces themes of love, nature, and social justice, often intertwining them with religious and political undertones. It is a testament to the enduring power of language and the human spirit.
‘Romance Sonámbulo’ by Federico García Lorca is a mournful and beautiful dream sequence in which the poet longs for something unattainable.
Green, how I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship out on the sea
and the horse on the mountain.
‘Gacela of Unforseen Love’ explores the relationship between love and despair through a remembered romance which has run its course.
No one understood the perfume
of the dark magnolia of your womb
Nobody knew that you tormented
a hummingbird of love between your teeth.
‘There May Be Chaos Still Around The World’ by George Santayana describes a speaker who has escaped the world at large and is only existing within his own mind.
There may be chaos still around the world,
This little world that in my thinking lies;
For mine own bosom is the paradise
Where all my life’s fair visions are unfurled.
‘Sonnet Of The Sweet Complaint’ describes the freeing and revelatory love experienced between a speaker and his listener.
Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.
‘The Guitar’ is a melancholy exploration of the power of music and its relationship to our experience of the world around us.
The weeping of the guitar
begins.
The goblets of dawn
are smashed.
‘Ballad of the Moon Moon’ by Federico Garcia Lorca is a brilliant and dreamlike depiction of the moon descending to Earth in the form of a woman.
Moon came to the forge
in her petticoat of nard
The boy looks and looks
the boy looks at the Moon
‘Mont Brevent’ by George Santayana looks up in awe and finds solace in the sight of a majestic mountain peak.
O dweller in the valley, lift thine eyes
To where, above the drift of cloud, the stone
Endures in silence, and to God alone
Upturns its furrowed visage, and is wise.
‘The Little Mute Boy’ by Federico García Lorca explores the extent to which one little boy will go to keep their voice from being manipulated by those who’ve ensnared it.
The little boy was looking for his voice.
(The king of the crickets had it.)
In a drop of water
the little boy was looking for his voice.
‘The Poet’s Testament’ by George Santayana explores a speaker’s learned peace in death. He is content with his final contribution to the planet.
I give back to the earth what the earth gave,
All to the furrow, none to the grave,
The candle's out, the spirit's vigil spent;
Sight may not follow where the vision went.
‘A Toast’ by George Santayana is a passionate poem that gives thanks to wine’s euphoric effects.
See this bowl of purple wine,
Life-blood of the lusty vine!
All the warmth of summer suns
In the vintage liquid runs,
‘Slowly The Black Earth Gains’ by George Santayana is a poem that expresses great admiration for the persevering toil of a farmer.
Slowly the black earth gains upon the yellow,
And the caked hill-side is ribbed soft with furrows.
Turn now again, with voice and staff, my ploughman,
Guiding thy oxen.
‘The Cry’ by Federico García Lorca is a moving poem that illustrates the mystic but immensely tangible effect that song can have on the individual.
The ellipse of a cry
travels from mountain
to mountain.
‘Decima’ by George Santayana is a beautiful poem that contemplates the lessons to be gleaned from nature.
Silent daisies out of reach,
Maidens of the starry grass,
Gazing on me as I pass
‘I would I might Forget that I am I’ by George Santayana is a despairing sonnet that grapples earnestly but in vain with the constraining conditions of mortality.
I would I might forget that I am I,
And break the heavy chain that binds me fast,
Whose links about myself my deeds have cast.
What in the body’s tomb doth buried lie
‘Slow and reluctant was the long descent’ by George Santayana elucidates the bittersweetness of undertaking a solo journey and finding solace in one’s tranquil environment.
Slow and reluctant was the long descent,
With many farewell pious looks behind,
And dumb misgivings where the path might wind,
And questionings of nature, as I went.