POEM A DAY.
RURAL MEDITATIONS
Behold now,
professor of modern languages \u200b\u200b(Tuesday
gay-knowing teacher, learner
nightingale),
in a cold, wet town,
ramshackle and dark,
between Andalusia and La Mancha.
professor of modern languages \u200b\u200b(Tuesday
gay-knowing teacher, learner
nightingale),
in a cold, wet town,
ramshackle and dark,
between Andalusia and La Mancha.
Winter. Near the fire. Outside
rains a fine water, praying
turns into mist, is now
becomes slush.
rains a fine water, praying
turns into mist, is now
becomes slush.
imaginary farmer, I think
fields.
how well you Lord! Rain down your water
constant and petite
on barley and bean fields,
your water moves,
in vineyards and olive groves.
fields.
how well you Lord! Rain down your water
constant and petite
on barley and bean fields,
your water moves,
in vineyards and olive groves.
will bless me
the sowers of wheat
living picking the olives
;
the
fortune waiting to eat,
the Hogan,
as before,
all their money in wheel, wheel
treacherous year.
the sowers of wheat
living picking the olives
;
the
fortune waiting to eat,
the Hogan,
as before,
all their money in wheel, wheel
treacherous year.
Rain, rain, mist your
to turn into sleet,
and fine water again!
to turn into sleet,
and fine water again!
Rain, Lord, rain, rain!
In my room, illuminated by this light winter
-gray afternoon
screened by rain and the glass-
dream and meditate.
-gray afternoon
screened by rain and the glass-
dream and meditate.
Clarea
the clock cornered
and tic-tic, forgotten
by repeated strikes.
the clock cornered
and tic-tic, forgotten
by repeated strikes.
Tic-tock, tick-tick ... I heard you.
Tic-tock, tick-tick ... Always the same, monotonous
boring.
Tic-tock, tick-tick ... Always the same, monotonous
boring.
Tic-tock, tick-tick,
beat a heart of metal.
beat a heart of metal.
In these towns, do you hear the beating of time
? No.
? No.
These people will fight relentlessly
with the clock, with the monotony
measuring empty time.
with the clock, with the monotony
measuring empty time.
But your time is mine?
Does your time clock, mine?
Does your time clock, mine?
(Tic-tock, tick-tick ...) It was a day
(Tic-tic, tic-tic) happened,
and what I most wanted
death took him.
(Tic-tic, tic-tic) happened,
and what I most wanted
death took him.
far a cry sounds of bells ...
Intensifies the patter of rain on the windows.
imaginary farmer,
back to my fields. Lord bless you
how the planters of bread!
back to my fields. Lord bless you
how the planters of bread!
Lord, is not your rain law,
in the fields plowing ox,
and palaces of the king?
in the fields plowing ox,
and palaces of the king?
Oh, good water, life ceases
your flight!
your flight!
Oh, you, you'll drop by drop,
source to source and river to river, as this time
boredom at sea running remotely
about to be born, as expected
sun flower of spring, I
pious
that tomorrow will be an early spike,
meadow green, pink flesh,
and more: reason and madness and bitterness
want to
can not believe, believe, believe!
source to source and river to river, as this time
boredom at sea running remotely
about to be born, as expected
sun flower of spring, I
pious
that tomorrow will be an early spike,
meadow green, pink flesh,
and more: reason and madness and bitterness
want to
can not believe, believe, believe!
evening;
thread
bulb is red, then
shines, shines
little more than a match.
thread
bulb is red, then
shines, shines
little more than a match.
walk
God knows where my glasses ... among old papers and magazines
tomes,
who find them? ... Here they are.
God knows where my glasses ... among old papers and magazines
tomes,
who find them? ... Here they are.
New books. I open one
de Unamuno.
de Unamuno.
Oh, the beloved, beloved
of the Spain that is agitated, it is born or resurrected
!
of the Spain that is agitated, it is born or resurrected
!
You've always been, oh
Rector of Salamanca!, Loyal
this humble teacher of a rural school.
Rector of Salamanca!, Loyal
this humble teacher of a rural school.
That you call your philosophy
diletantesca,
fickle and grotesque,
great Don Miguel, is mine.
diletantesca,
fickle and grotesque,
great Don Miguel, is mine.
of good spring water,
always alive,
fugitive;
poetry, something warm.
always alive,
fugitive;
poetry, something warm.
Construction "?
"No foundation
or the soul or the wind.
or the soul or the wind.
rowers,
seafaring
to sea without shore.
seafaring
to sea without shore.
Henri Bergson:
immediate data of consciousness
. Is this another delusion
French?
immediate data of consciousness
. Is this another delusion
French?
This Bergson is a rascal;
eh, Unamuno teacher?
eh, Unamuno teacher?
Bergson does not like that Immanuel
the linedance immortal
this devilish Jew free will has been found within your weep holes
.
the linedance immortal
this devilish Jew free will has been found within your weep holes
.
Not bad;
each sage, your problem,
and every crazy theme.
each sage, your problem,
and every crazy theme.
thing that matters in life bad, and we
that we are free or slaves:
but if we
to sea
same thing has to give.
Oh these people! Reflections, readings and quotations
soon as they are: Solomon
yawns.
soon as they are: Solomon
yawns.
Everything is
solitude of loneliness.
vanity of vanities, said Ecclesiastes
?
solitude of loneliness.
vanity of vanities, said Ecclesiastes
?
My umbrella, my hat, my coat
... The rain subsides ... Come on, then.
... The rain subsides ... Come on, then.
It is night. It talks
the bottom of a pharmacy.
the bottom of a pharmacy.
"I do not know,
Don José,
how are liberals so dogs, as immoral.
Don José,
how are liberals so dogs, as immoral.
- Oh, do not panic Nah, you!
After the carnival, come
conservatives
good stewards of your home.
After the carnival, come
conservatives
good stewards of your home.
Everything comes and everything goes. Nothing
eternal:
or government that lasts, or bad
last forever.
eternal:
or government that lasts, or bad
last forever.
-
After these times will come another time and another and another,
and so we
others hump.
After these times will come another time and another and another,
and so we
others hump.
That's life, Don Juan.
"True, that's life.
-The barley is grown.
"With these rains ... And they
beans that is a beauty.
"Certainly, for March, in bloom.
But the frost, ice ...
"And besides, olive groves are asking
heaven water in torrents.
-A seas.
-The barley is grown.
"With these rains ... And they
beans that is a beauty.
"Certainly, for March, in bloom.
But the frost, ice ...
"And besides, olive groves are asking
heaven water in torrents.
-A seas.
The fatigue, sweats
passing the farmers!
passing the farmers!
In another time ...
also rained when God wanted.
also rained when God wanted.
"Until tomorrow, gentlemen.
Tic-tock, tick-tick ...
Gone one day like any day, says the monotony
clock.
Tic-tock, tick-tick ...
Gone one day like any day, says the monotony
clock.
On my desk data
of consciousness, immediate.
of consciousness, immediate.
Not bad
this basic self,
quota-free, at times,
creative, original,
this self that lives and feels in mortal flesh
ay!
eager to jump the fences of his pen.
this basic self,
quota-free, at times,
creative, original,
this self that lives and feels in mortal flesh
ay!
eager to jump the fences of his pen.
Baeza, 1913.
ANTONIO MACHADO
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