Thursday, July 27, 2023

π—œπ˜'π˜€ π—£π—Όπ˜€π˜€π—Άπ—―π—Ήπ—² (by Antonio Machado)

 

It's possible that while sleeping, the hand

that sows the seeds of stars

started the ancient music once again

 

 - like a note from a great harp -

and the frail wave came to our lips

as one or two honest words.

 

(Translated by Robert Bly)