Antonio Machado

(26 July 1875 – 22 February 1939 / Seville)

Guadarrama - Poem by Antonio Machado

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Guadarrama, is it you, old friend,
mountains white and gray
that I used to see painted against the blue
those afternoons of the old days in Madrid?
Up your deep ravines
and past your bristling peaks
a thousand Guadarramas and a thousand suns
come riding with me, riding to your heart.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 1, 2011


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