Fields Of Soria Poem by Antonio Machado

Fields Of Soria

Rating: 3.1


Hills of silver plate,
grey heights, dark red rocks
through which the Duero bends
its crossbow arc
round Soria, shadowed oaks,
stone dry-lands, naked mountains,
white roads and river poplars,
twilights of Soria, warlike and mystical,
today I feel, for you,
in my hearts depths, sadness,
sadness of love! Fields of Soria,
where it seems the stones have dreams,
you go with me! Hills of silver plate,
grey heights, dark red rocks.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ray A Burleigh 29 March 2020

Swimming alone in the Duero, many years ago, I ran to my room to find this poem. “Where it seems the stones have dreams...” o my yes. Yes, as mr joyce would shout. Yes.

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Douglas Scotney 14 December 2013

the full poem is at poetry in translation.com

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Heather Mccoll 24 November 2005

This is not the entire poem. It contains several more stanzas, no?

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