Oh fine. I'll change it

They're both mine. Neither is a literature assignment or a chore. I've known French since birth and occasionally write in it. What's classical about it?

or maybe "howl" by allen ginsberg is a steaming pile of refulgent bow'ls and does not deserve the capitalization of its title any more than e.e. cummings' name.

*gloats*

So what in the name of all holy things are you doing here on my lowly page?

I wouldn't have had the idea of its political ties unless you gave it to me. Thanks.

Zodiac's going to have a fieldday with this page I can feel it already

Perhaps it does have political ties.

There's another poem Lorca wrote under the same title (Canción del Jinete) with the subtitle of "Córdoba" which is more specific, the last stanza of which is:

¡Ay que camino tan lango!
¡Ay mi jaca valerosa!
¡Ay que la muerte me espera!
Antes de llegar a Córdoba.

(Oh the road so long before me/ Oh my brave and sable pony/ Oh, for death is waiting for me/ Long before I get to Córdoba)

Considering that Lorca was an Andalusian poet, it may have had some political significance, though I am unsure of to what extent or of what nature.

none. who said there was one?

I am a hack. A dignified, amateur hack. I never said I wasn't. I challenge you to do a better job on this poem than I did.

No. Now I must run the risk of arrogance, which I am quite willing to do. I probably know these literatures (with the exception of spanish literature, which I am still working at) much better than you ever will. Don't even think about telling me about my "poor perspective" on literature when I have sampled a far greater variety of poetry from a far greater number of cultures and languages than I'm sure you have.

I can't write?
Phew, felt that.

At least I can capitalise the first-person pronouns in all of my poems.

I don't compare myself to the "greats" as you call them. I am merely stating that what you so blandly and generally lable as plagarism has been done by most of the world's poets. Then again, poemranker is the last place I'd go to for serious opinions on my writing.

the dead rider that this poem's about? Probably a symbol for Lorca's own feelings.

Tell it to Zhukovsky, Nabokov, Rilke, Mallarmé and all the rest I have already mentioned above

its a symbol for the rider who's riding upon it. His blood stained the ground.

Must I repeat myself again?

A poem is not a thesis. Zhukovsky, Pushkin, Rilke, Pasternak, Mallarmé, and, to a certain extent, Virgil all "plagiarised" off of someone else's poetry. The work that resulted was still their own

the same thing that wounded the rider. The idea is that the riders blood stained the mountain

no mixing done here