Move fast baby, don't be slow Step aside, reload, time to go I can't seem to control All this rage that's inside me Hold it fast, they've been dancing on this Branded by fire on the abyss Red hot temper, I just can't resist All this vengeance inside me I am not sure I understand what dan...

The poet Frédérico Lorca, when he was studying at Colombia University visited Harlem with a friend of his, a black novelist. It made a tremendous impression upon him and its influence is visible in some of the poems he wrote about New York. He could not understand the overt prejudice displayed by...

I've already asked one question on this poem and I did think to include this question along with it but decided against it as the poem is quite long, though of course not as long as some ancient epics like the Mahabharata. In the sixth and seventh stanza of the King of New York, Lorca writes: ...

I read this poem in the 5th or 6th grade or so, so that'd be 2012-2014 (somewhere in there). It was out of some packet copied out of a book for this language arts extension thing (I remember the book being very keen on something called "Jacob's ladders" I think, for difficulty of questions or som...