Is my soul asleep?
Have those beehives that labor
at night stopped? And the water
wheel of thought,
it is dry, the cups empty,
wheeling, carrying only shadows?
No my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
its clear eyes open,
far-off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.
: antonio machado, ‘is my soul asleep?’ (tr. robert bly); times alone: selected poems of antonio machado
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