Offering Him Flowers

Categories
Spanish

Offering Him Flowers

Federico García Lorca (1898-1936)

SONETO DE HOMENAJE A MANUEL DE FALLA OFRECIÉNDOLE UNAS FLORES Lira cordial de plata refulgente de duro acento y nervio desatado, voces y frondas de la España ardiente con tus manos de amor has dibujado. En nuestra propia sangre está la fuente que tu razón y sueños ha brotado. Álgebra limpia de serena frente. Disciplina y pasión de lo soñado. Ocho provincias de la Andalucía, olivo al aire y a la mar los remos, cantan, Manuel de Falla, tu alegría. Con el laurel y flores que ponemos, amigos de tu casa, en este día, pura amistad sencilla te ofrecemos.
Offering Him Flowers
SONNET OF HOMAGE TO MANUEL DE FALLA OFFERING HIM FLOWERS Warm-hearted shining silver lyre of steady beat and supple nerve, you conjure with your hands of love voices and fronds of Spanish fire. In our own blood the wellsprings flow from which your thoughts and visions stream: clean algebra of tranquil brow, passion and discipline of dream. Sing, eight lands of Andalucía, wind in the olives, oars on sea, Manuel de Falla’s alegría. Friends of your house, now, offering our pure and simple amity, these flowers and sprigs of bay we bring.

Translation: Copyright © Timothy Adès

More poems by Federico García Lorca...

That Road, I Trod It Not

The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost (1874-1963)

He never needed the letter E !
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
That Road, I Trod It Not
Two roads! At a fork in an autumn wood I was sorry I could not go down both Without bifurcating. Long I stood looking down road X as far as I could till it slank out of sight in that sylvan growth. And I took road Y, which could turn a trick, Alluring, and angling for priority, That is, it was grassy and in good nick, Though I must say footfall and walking-stick Had worn both roads with comparability. And both that morning similarly lay Intact, no taint of any trampling black. I put off Road X for a distant day, Though, knowing how way links up with way, I hardly thought that I would go back. I shall spout this story and I shall sigh, Who knows how soon, or in what locality: Two roads at a fork in a wood, and I – Shunning busy road X, I took road Y! – With what upshot? A thoroughgoing dissimilarity!
The story behind this poem: Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken" is both humorous and ironic, reflecting the poet's playful side. In the early 20th century, Frost became close friends with the English writer Edward Thomas. They often took long walks together through the countryside, where Thomas would frequently express regret over not choosing a different path once they had gone a certain way. Frost, amused by Thomas's indecision and tendency to second-guess himself, decided to write a poem as a gentle parody of his friend. In 1915, Frost penned "The Road Not Taken," intending it as a playful mockery of Thomas’s indecisiveness. The poem's narrator stands at a fork in the woods, choosing one path over another, only to later claim that the choice made "all the difference," despite the paths being equally worn. Frost sent the poem to Thomas, expecting his friend to catch the humor. However, Thomas did not realize that the poem was meant to be lighthearted and instead interpreted it as a serious reflection on choice and consequence. This misunderstanding disappointed Frost but also deepened the poem’s legacy, as it highlighted how easily people can misconstrue intentions based on their perspectives. Interestingly, this poem, which Frost intended as a joke, became one of his most famous and is often quoted as an inspiring message about individualism and the significance of choices in life. Yet, Frost’s original intent was more about poking fun at the human tendency to overthink and attribute deep meaning to decisions that, in hindsight, may not have been as significant as we believe. This story not only sheds light on the poem’s true meaning but also adds a layer of irony, as the world continues to interpret the poem in a way that differs from Frost’s original playful intent.

Translation: Copyright © Timothy Adès

More poems by Robert Frost (1874-1963)...