The Poet in March: Antonio Machado

“The afternoon is bright,

with spring in the air,

a mild March afternoon,

with the breath of April stirring,

I am alone in the quiet patio

looking for some old untried illusion -

some shadow on the whiteness of the wall
some memory asleep

on the stone rim of the fountain,

perhaps in the air

the light swish of some trailing gown.” –Antonio Machado

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