Treasure Island

Antonio Machado

(26 July 1875 – 22 February 1939 / Seville)

Passageways


Who set, between those rocks like cinder,
to show the honey of dream,
that golden broom,
those blue rosemaries?
Who painted the purple mountains
and the saffron, sunset sky?
The hermitage, the beehives,
the cleft of the river
the endless rolling water deep in rocks,
the pale-green of new fields,
all of it, even the white and pink
under the almond trees!

Submitted: Tuesday, January 21, 2003

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