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I dreamt you took me
I dreamt you took me up a white lane through the heart of the green field toward the blue of the high mountains, toward the blue peaks, one still morning.
I felt your hand in mine, your perfect matching hand, your girlish voice in my ear like a new bell, like the untouched bell of a spring dawn. It was your voice and your hand in the dreams, so real, so true!... Hope, live on -- who knows what the earth can swallow up!
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Recommended Books
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Antonio Machado: Selected Poems, by Antonio Machado / Translated by Alan S. Trueblood |
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Border of a Dream: Selected Poems of Antonio Machado, by Antonio Machado / Translated by Willis Barnstone |
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The Enlightened Heart: An Anthology of Sacred Poetry, by Stephen Mitchell |
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Six Masters of the Spanish Sonnet: Francisco de Quevedo, Sor Juana Ines de La Cruz, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, Jorge Luis Borges, Miguel, Translated by Willis Barnstone |
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Times Alone: Selected Poems of Antonio Machado, Translated by Robert Bly |
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