Some days are just like this, aren't they--the weekend too short, Monday too irritating with its dull gray skies. We won't even go into politics...
But then, during dinner, C talks about musicians seeking the spiritual through their art, and as he tells me that make a joyful noise unto the Lord is repeated in the Psalms, the sun breaks through the clouds, adds sunset colors to our evening walk.
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt--marvelous error!--
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.
But then, during dinner, C talks about musicians seeking the spiritual through their art, and as he tells me that make a joyful noise unto the Lord is repeated in the Psalms, the sun breaks through the clouds, adds sunset colors to our evening walk.
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt--marvelous error!--
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.
--Antonio Machado (excerpt from "Last Night as I was Sleeping")
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