Antonio Machado (26 July 1875 – 22 February 1939 / Seville)
The Wind, One Brilliant Day
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 you?'
Antonio Machado's Other Poems
- Anoche Cuando Dormía
- El Crimen Fue En Granada
- El Viajero
- Fields of Soria
- Has My Heart Gone To Sleep?
- He Andado Muchos Caminos
- Inventario Galante
- La Saeta
- Last Night As I Was Sleeping
- Songs of the High Country
- The Wind, One Brilliant Day
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