Saturday, June 4, 2011

Poetry Month: #6 Last Night as I Lay Sleeping by Antonio Machado


Poetry month is coming along rather sporadically ... but, over time, I will put up our favorite 30 here.  This one by Antonio Machado is a magical flow of words and imagery.  One of my favorite lines:  And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.  And here is a video of Robert Bly reciting it.  It just doesn't get much better.  Worthy of a cup of tea and a few moments of pure indulgence.



Last Night as I Lay Sleeping
by Antonio Machado
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.


Translated by Robert Bly

1 comment:

  1. Bly has so distinct a reading style; his translation is lovely, and the poem is beautifully set to the imagery. Thank you for the tea break.

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