Antonio Machado, Shores of the Duero (Orillas del Duero…
“ It’s a warm morning. The son warms warms the poor Sorian earth, a little. Gone are the green pines, almost blue, spring begins to sprout on the fine black poplars of the highway and the river. The Duero flows, smooth and mute, gently. The field seems, more than young, adolescent. Within the grass some humble flower has been born, blue or white. Oh, beauty of that barely flowering field and mystical spring! Oh, black poplars of that white path, poplars of the riverbank, foam of the mountain before the blue distance, sun of the day, the clear day! ”
