Huerta de San Vicente


Presentation \| Setting \| Huerta de San Vicente 1926-1936 \| Federico in the Huerta \| Remembrances of Isabel García Lorca \| Huerta Remembrances of 1936-2004

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From 15 March to 29 September

The king of Harlem

FGL con sus sobrinos Manolo y Tica, 1935

[At night] Federico could not sleep; he would go out on his balcony, close the shutters, and sit down to write, according to him, until light came shining in; then he closed the balcony shutters and went to bed. He must have slept soundly, as in that house silence was not guarded. I [used to enter] in his room when he came out to read what he had written. It always caused me surprise and admiration, and he would walk in and ask: Do you like it? And I would answer, yes, but I don´t know why, and he´d respond: that is more than enough, just as you might like a painting, a melody, a landscape. He would open his penetrating eyes wide, and remain quite serious.

Isabel García Lorca
Recuerdos míos

The day-to-day life of the poet in the summers spent in the Huerta de San Vicente consisted of relaxing with his family, or visiting or receiving his friends (Manuel de Falla, Miguel Pizarro, Antonio Gallego Burín, Manuel Ángeles Ortiz, Eduardo Blanco-Amor, Eduardo Rodríguez Valdivieso…), and above all, writing. If at first the Huerta meant an obligatory visit during those busy first years in the Residencia de Estudiantes, from 1931 onward it became the refuge necessary for his writing, in the context of the re-encounter with the landscape of his origins, family, and the simplicity of country life.

The letters written during this period describe aspects of his everyday routine, bear witness of his sprirtual and sentimental crises, and announce the works that he pens, his esthetic evolution. The Epistolario completo edited in 1997 by Andrew Anderson and Christopher Maurer allows an estimation, for the time being, of at least 31 letters written by Lorca at the Huerta.

Now I live in the Huerta de San Vicente, in the Vega, recently acquired by my father. The garden has a prodigious amount of centenary jasmines. I am working.
- To Javier Garau, 1926 -

The summer is ending and I still hover here, without the slightest indication of beginning my work as a dramatic poet. I do not know what to do and I´m frustrated, because since my parents see nothing practical in my literary activities, they are unhappy with me.
- To Eduardo Marquina, 1926 -

There are so many jasmines in the garden and so many night jasmines that in the early morning they give all of us in the house an almost lyrical headache.
- To Jorge Guillén, 1926 -

Now I am as you know in the Huerta de San Vicente, near Granada. I am well here, the house is very large and it is surrounded by water.
- To Ana María Dalí, 1927 -

I am in the midst of the bucolic, all day eating exquisite fruit and singing on the swing of my brother and sisters, and I do such silly things that at times I feel ashamed of how old I am.
- To Sebastià Gasch, 1927 -

I am in the Huerta de San Vicente, a precious place with trees and clear water, with Granada outside my balcony, stretched out in the distance with unequalled beauty.
- To Melchor Fernández Almagro, 1928 -

I am all wrapped up in the ‘Ode to the Holy Sacrament of the Altar’. We shall see. It is terribly difficult. But my faith will manage.
- To Jorge Zalamea, 1928 -

I am also working on the ‘Ode to Sesostris’, the Greek Sardanapalus, full of humor and Dionesian rhythm.
- To Sebastià Gasch, 1928 -

You cannot imagine what it is to spend entire nights on the balcony viewing a nocturnal Granada, empty for me and without providing the least consolation at all.
- To Jorge Zalamea, 1928 -

All day long I am full of poetic activity like that of a factory. And then I throw myself at man, at the pure Andalusian sort, the bacchanal of flesh and laughter. Andalucía is incredible. The East without venom. The West without action. Today is an extraordinary gray day in Granada. And despite all, I am not well and not happy.
- To Jorge Zalamea, 1928 -

I cannot write. I am nervous, beneath a splendid fig tree, in the thick of the countryside, and struggling with this stupid pencil. Here in Granada I entertain myself lately with delicious things. There is a little bullfighter.
- To Rafael Martínez Nadal, 1930 -

I am now immersed in work and very happy with this landscape and with the charming family I have.
- To La Argentinita, 1931 -

I am working hard. Right now my house is full of lullabyes to put the little girl to sleep, and my mother, my sisters, my father, the trees and the dogs are all asleep, all except the little one, who never goes to sleep.
- To Carlos Morla Lynch, 1931 -

I am working. I am now on the third act of my piece Así que pasen cinco años, whose idea Bebé liked so much.
- To Carlos Morla Lynch, 1931 -

I have finished Así que pasen cinco años, I am somehow satisfied, and halfway through putting the play into verse for [Margarita] Xirgu. I have been like a fountain. Writing day, afternoon and night. Sometimes with a fever.
- To Regino Sáinz de la Maza, 1931 -

Here I am finishing the final scene of Yerma and planning Doña Rosita o El lenguaje de las flores. In a few days I will be in Madrid to then go on to Santander with La Barraca. On my way back you will come with me to the Huerta de San Vicente, where you will be able to study and enjoy this silence and this prodigious aroma of jasmine.
- To Rafael Martínez Nadal, 1934 -

At the Huerta de San Vicente García Lorca worked, in part or entirely, on the following:

		Oda al Santísimo Sacramento del Altar (1928)
		Oda a Sesostris (1928)
		Imaginación, inspiración, evasión (1928)
		Así que pasen cinco años (1931)
		Bodas de sangre (1932)
		Yerma (1934)
		Llanto por Ignacio Sánchez Mejías (1935)
		Diván del Tamarit (1931-35)

Federico García Lorca came for a stay at the Huerta de San Vicente on 14 July, 1936. On July 18, the festivity of Saint Federico, the military uprising against Spain´s Second Republic was announced. On the 20 of July the revolt of Granada took place. The poet remained in the Huerta until August 9, and after a series of grave incidents took refuge in the home of the Rosales family, in Granada. He was assassinated in the village of Víznar on 18 August.