Antonio Machado Last Night As I Was Sleeping
Antonio Machado Last Night As I Was Sleeping. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures. Playing via spotify playing via youtube.
It was fiery because i felt warmth as from a. Last night as i was sleeping, i dreamt—marvelous error!— that i had a beehive here inside my heart. The unitarian church in westport.
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Last night as i was sleeping, i dreamt—marvelous error!— that a fiery sun was giving light inside my heart. Last night as i was sleeping, i dreamt—marvelous error!— that a spring was breaking out in my heart. Last night, as i slept, i dreamt — marvelous error!— that it was god i had here inside my heart.
Last Night As I Was Sleeping, I Dreamt—Marvelous Error!— That A Fiery Sun Was Giving Light Inside My Heart.
In this poem antonio machado articulates his deep inner spiritual life. The unitarian church in westport. It was fiery because i felt warmth as from a hearth, and sun because it gave light and brought tears to my eyes.
Translation Copyright 1983 Robert Bly.
“where is the hidden channel,” i cried, “that was equipped to bring to me this spring of life from which i never sipped?” last night as i lay sleeping, i dreamed”oh blessed art!” a hive of bees was reaping its nectar in my heart. Last night as i lay sleeping, i dreamed”oh blessed art!” of fountain water leaping and flowing in my heart. I’ve decided to return to an exploration of poetry during this strange time in our world, and have started by reading “ten poems to change your life”, by roger housden.
Last Night As I Was Sleeping, I Dreamt—Marvelous Error!— That A Fiery Sun Was Giving Light Inside My Heart.
Last night as i slept, i dreamt blessed illusion that it was god i had here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures. And brought tears to my eyes.
Last Night As I Was Sleeping, I Dreamt—Marvelous Error!— That A Spring Was Breaking Out In My Heart.
This is a part of the longer poem by antonio machado, who is. 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.
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