Poem: "Has My Heart Gone To Sleep?" by Antonio Machado
Posted by kluciole at 6/23/2010 5:35 PM 
Categories: International, Cultures, Literature, Writing, History
Categories: International, Cultures, Literature, Writing, History
Has My Heart Gone To Sleep?
by Antonio Machado
Has my heart gone to sleep?
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.
HERE by Antonio Machado
Has my heart gone to sleep?
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.
Antonio Machado
(1875 - 1939)
Antonio Machado was born in
Seville and moved to Madrid at the age of
eight. He studied in Paris where he worked as a translator, and met
French poets. He became a schoolteacher. He returned to Spain and taught
at Soria in Castile, from 1907, where he met his wife Leonor.
Tragically she died very young, and in 1912 he left Soria for Baeza in
Andalusia. Loyal to the Republic he left Spain for France when Catalonia
fell, and died there in February 1939. He is acknowledged as Spain’s
finest poet of the early twentieth century.
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