Sonnet of Homage to Manuel de Falla Offering Him Flowers

Federico Garcia Lorca


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.



translated by © Timothy Adès


Main Location:

Granada, Spain