Monday, March 15, 2010


Has My Heart Gone To Sleep?
       by Antonio Machado; translated by Alan S. Trueblood

Have the beehives of my dreams
stopped working, the waterwheel 
of the mind run dry,
scoops turning empty,
only shadow inside?

No, my heart is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
Not asleep, not dreaming --
its eyes are opened wide
watching distant signals, listening
on the rim of vast silence.

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