Treasure Island

Antonio Machado

(26 July 1875 – 22 February 1939 / Seville)

The Wind, One Brilliant Day


The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.

'In return for the odor of my jasmine,
I'd like all the odor of your roses.'

'I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead.'

'Well then, I'll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.'

the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:
'What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?'

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
Edited: Thursday, December 01, 2011

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