From the door sill of a dream they called my name…
It was the good voice, the voice I loved so much.
“-Listen,” said the voice. “Will you go with me to visit the soul?…”
And a soft stroke reached up and touched my heart.
“With you always” … And in my dream I walked
Down a long and solitary corridor,
Aware of the touching of the pure robe,
And the soft beating of blood in the hand that loved me.
-Antonio Machado, from Times Alone: Selected Poetry of Antonio Machado (edited by Robert Bly)
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you’re welcome sharon!
thank you christine for sharing this . i so love this :)