Antonio Machado

21

    And is the magic world to die with you,
the world where memory keeps
life's purest breaths--
white shadow of first love,
    voice that went to your heart, hand
you wished in dreams to keep in yours
and all loved things
that touched the soul, the deeper sky?
    And is your world to die with you,
the old life you reshaped your way?
Have the crucibles and anvils of your soul
been working for dust and for the wind?


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