Antonio Machado (1875–1939)

Yesterday evening a dear friend of mind told me he had a dream where he heard these lines from Antonio Machado’s poem:

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.

Dream within a dream; poem within a poem; honeycomb within honeycomb - even for readers such as myself who are not usually taken by poetry, these few lines can serve as the sweet honey to carry us show more through difficult times.

Below is the complete poem as translated by Robert Bly, who also translated all the other poems in this collection.

Last Night As I Was Sleeping

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. show less

Yesterday evening a dear friend of mind told me he had a dream where he heard these lines from Antonio Machado’s poem:

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.

Dream within a dream; poem within a poem; honeycomb within honeycomb - even for readers such as myself who are not usually taken by poetry, these few lines can serve as the sweet honey to carry us show more through difficult times.

Below is the complete poem as translated by Robert Bly, who also translated all the other poems in this collection.

Last Night As I Was Sleeping

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. show less

La estancia de Antonio Machado en Soria y el contacto diario con la tierra, paisaje y alma castellanos, contagiaron al poeta de su hondura esencial hasta lograr una identificación y un eco en su interioridad lírica. "Campos de Castilla", su libro capital, representa la expresión de esta andadura. A la exposición de lo temporal, de lo objetivo y de lo efímero -la poesía es palabra en el tiempo-, Antonio Machado comunica su preocupación filosófica y su meditación en torno al destino show more de España. Con esta nueva edición, Geoffrey Ribbans pretende establecer un texto definitivo de la quizá más célebre obra del poeta. Con este propósito, la edición toma como norma la cuarta edición de "Poesías completas (1936)", última publicada en vida de Machado, con todas las variantes encontradas en revistas y periódicos de la época, en "Campos de Castilla 1912" y en las sucesivas ediciones de "Poesías completas". show less

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Antonio Machado Ruiz (1875-1939) fue un poeta español, el más joven representante de la generación del 98. Su obra inicial, de corte modernista (como la de su hermano Manuel), evolucionó hacia un intimismo simbolista con rasgos románticos, que maduró en una poesía de compromiso humano, de una parte, y de contemplación casi taoísta de la existencia, por otra; una síntesis que en la voz de Machado se hace eco de la sabiduría popular más ancestral. Dicho show more en palabras de Gerardo Diego, hablaba en verso y vivía en poesía. Fue uno de los alumnos distinguidos de la Institución Libre de Enseñanza (ILE), con cuyos idearios estuvo siempre comprometido. Murió en el exilio en la agonía de la Segunda República Española. show less