There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight, drench, or conceal the vast towers, but those towers, hostile to mystery and blind to any sort of play, shear off the rain's tresses and shine their three thousand swords through the soft swan of the fog.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the striking contrast between human-made skyscrapers and the natural elements that surround them.
Federico Garcia Lorca presents a vivid and dynamic image of skyscrapers as they interact with the natural world. He describes how these towering structures not only dominate the landscape but also engage in a 'battle' with weather elements like snow and rain, which play both a decorative and obstructive role in this relationship. The quote evokes a sense of tension between human ambition represented by the skyscrapers and the elusive, mysterious qualities of nature that surround them.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the impact of urban architecture on natural landscapes.
The wounds were burning like suns at five in the afternoon, and the crowd broke the windows At five in the afternoon. Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon! It was five by all the clocks! It was five in the shade of the afternoon!
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Death laid its eggs in the wound
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