Thanks to my colleague, Joe Durepos, I have a new poet to share with you. Antonio Machado [1875-1939] was an Andalusian poet who lived and worked in several places, including Paris (where he met Oscar Wilde.) His poetry has been translated into English by Robert Bly.
I am very much taken by his “Last Night As I Was Sleeping”:
Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?
You can read the entire poem here.