<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391496" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Lizard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the parched path <br>I have seen the good lizard <br>(one dropp of crocodile) <br>meditating. <br>With his green frock-coat <br>of an abbot of the devil, <br>his correct bearing <br>and his stiff collar, <br>he has the sad air <br>of an old professor. <br>Those faded eyes <br>of a broken artist, <br>how they watch the afternoon <br>in dismay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is this, my friend, <br>your twilight constitutional? <br>Please use your cane, <br>you are very old, Mr. Lizard, <br>and the children of the village <br>may startle you.<br>What are you seeking in the path, <br>my near-sighted philosopher, <br>if the wavering phantasm <br>of the parched afternoon <br>has broken the horizon? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are you seeking the blue alms <br>of the moribund heaven? <br>A penny of a star? <br>Or perhaps <br>you've been reading a volume <br>of Lamartine, and you relish <br>the plateresque trills <br>of the birds? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(You watch the setting sun, <br>and your eyes shine, <br>oh, dragon of the frogs, <br>with a human radiance. <br>Ideas, gondolas without oars, <br>cross the shadowy <br>waters of your <br>burnt-out eyes.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you come looking <br>for that lovely lady lizard, <br>green as the wheatfields <br>of May, <br>as the long locks<br>of sleeping pools, <br>who scorned you, and then <br>left you in your field? <br>Oh, sweet idyll, broken <br>among the sweet sedges! <br>But, live! What the devil! <br>I like you. <br>The motto 'I oppose <br>the serpent' triumphs <br>in that grand double chin <br>of a Christian archbishop. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the sun has dissolved <br>in the cup of the mountains, <br>and the flocks <br>cloud the roadway. <br>It is the hour to depart: <br>leave the dry path <br>and your meditations. <br>You will have time <br>to look at the stars <br>when the worms are eating you <br>at their leisure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Go home to your house <br>by the village, of the crickets! <br>Good night, my friend <br>Mr. Lizard! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the field is empty, <br>the mountains dim, <br>the roadway deserted. <br>Only, now and again, <br>a cuckoo sings in the darkness <br>of the poplar trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Federico+Garc%C3%ADa+Lorca">Federico García Lorca</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391496" data-title="The Old Lizard de Federico García Lorca" data-description="In the parched path I have seen the good lizard (one dropp of crocodile) meditating. With his green frock-coat of an abbot of the devil, his correct bearing and his stiff collar, he has the sad air of an old professor. Those faded eyes ..."></div> </div> </div>

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