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Antonio Machado

And will that spellbound world die with you where memory holds those breaths, the purest in your life, the white shadow of your first love, the voice that went to your heart, the hand you wanted to hold in dream, and every love that touched your soul, the profound sky? Is your world to die… Continue reading Antonio Machado

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Antonio Machado

Lord, life gets me tired, my throat is sore from shouting over the seas. Sea voices deafen me. Lord, life gets me tired, the universe drowns me. Lord, you left me alone, solitary with the sea. — Antonio Machado, from “Three Songs Sent to Unamuno in 1913,” Border of a Dream: Selected Poems, transl. by… Continue reading Antonio Machado

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Antonio Machado

Last Night As I Was Sleeping Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error!— that a spring was breaking out in my heart. I said: Along which secret aqueduct, Oh water, are you coming to me, water of a new life that I have never drunk? Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous… Continue reading Antonio Machado

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Antonio Machado

Is my soul asleep? Have those beehives that work in the night stopped? And the water- wheel of thought, is it going around now, cups empty, carrying only shadows? No, my soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open far-off things, and listens… Continue reading Antonio Machado

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Antonio Machado

Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt-marvelous error!- that I had a beehive  here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures. Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt-marvelous error!- that a fiery sun was giving light inside my heart. —Antonio Machado, from… Continue reading Antonio Machado

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