The Wind, One Brilliant Day Poem by Antonio Machado

The Wind, One Brilliant Day

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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?'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Phil George 17 July 2020

My heart wept before my mind knew why

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Dr Antony Theodore 21 June 2020

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? wonderful imagination. tony

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Edie Stone 23 March 2017

Also translated by Robert Bly.

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