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our tuesday poem (antonio machado)


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 slept

I dreamt—marvelous error!—

that it was God I had

here inside my heart.


 second and last stanzas of a poem by Antonio Machado (1875-1939); version by Robert Bly


3 responses »

  1. the contrast between the old failures and sweetness reminds me of the sweet memories that tasted bitter when they happened. If not god in your heart then who? (not that I am religious but the question seems obvious from where you’ve left this one off).

  2. Ah Peter, I needed a Tuesday poem and this one is perfect. My whole day seems like a “marvelous error” never mind that I dreamt.

  3. isn’t that what the poet gives us? reminders and forshadowing, encouragement and understanding … all in language that transcends expectations, definitions, limitations. Peace be upon them!

    And both of you, Christoper and Terrill.


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