Antonio Machado

POETRY: Last Night, As I Was Sleeping, by Antonio Machado

September 30, 2015

Translated by Robert Bly Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvellous 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—marvellous 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—marvellous error!— that a fiery sun was giving light inside my heart. It was fiery because I felt warmth as from a hearth, and sun because it gave light and brought tears to my eyes. Last night, as I was slept, I dreamt—marvellous error!— that it was God I had here [...]

POETRY: The Wind, One Brilliant Day, by Antonio Machado

May 6, 2015

Translated from the Spanish by Robert Bly The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. “In return for the odor of my jasmine, I’d like all the odor of your roses.” “I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead.” “Well then, I’ll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.” The wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: “What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to [...]