This is one of the darkest poems I have read, certainly the darkest I have read from this poetry book. This poem takes a very pessimistic view of New York and does not say one positive thing about New York. Why does Federico García Lorca feel so strongly against New York? The last two lines are especially dark, “Crowds stagger sleeplessly through the boroughs as if they had just escaped a shipwreck of blood”. I have not been in New York for too long, but I have never seen anything like the images described in this poem.