With the morning dew,
stand forth from the mists
white peaks, green meadows.
The sun on the oak groves!
The larks climb so far
they melt into sky.
Who feathered the fields?
Who made wings of wild earth?
Above the tall ranges,
on broad sunlit wings the eagle rides the wind.
Above the sharp peak
where the river rises,
the turquoise lake,
the ravines deep in pines,
above twenty hamlets.
and a hundred roads
Mistress eagle, where bound
so early in the morning,
so steadily flapping down highways of air?
Antonio Machado
'Selected Poems'
Translated by A. S. Trueblood
I Tayla darling! It sho has been a long time!!! I am doing good, what about you? You have to fill me in gurlie on what is new with you? When you gonna post your work again?-Catrina
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