Antonio Machado

(26 July 1875 – 22 February 1939 / Seville)

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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 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.
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 slept,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
Edited: Thursday, December 01, 2011

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  • Savita Tyagi (12/14/2013 12:13:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem. Appreciate the effort of translators who bring so much from other language literatures. (Report) Reply

  • D Sacks (11/24/2013 2:55:00 PM)

    Missing last two verses:

    Is my soul asleep?
    Have those beehives that labor
    at night stopped? And the water
    wheel of thought,
    is it dry, the cups empty,
    wheeling, carrying only shadows?

    No my soul is not asleep.
    It is awake, wide awake.
    It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
    its clear eyes open,
    far-off things, and listens
    at the shores of the great silence. (Report) Reply

  • Mike Henry (2/25/2012 10:57:00 PM)

    This is my favorite blog which i like most.http: //poemhunter.com/poem/last-night-as-i-was-sleeping/ (Report) Reply

  • Claudia Moline (5/5/2006 2:05:00 PM)

    Thank you, whoever did, for having sent such a beautiful poem, specially in Spanish, though the translation is good. Don´t miss all Antonio Machado, readers. (Report) Reply

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