A Poem For Today - For Don Francisco Giner De Los Rios

[KDick...@aol.com]

In celebration of Marco Vinella

 

For Don Francisco Giner De Los Rios

 

At the time the master disappeared

the  morning light

said to me: "For three days

my brother Francisco has done nothing.

Has he died?..." All we know

is that he has gone off a clear road,

telling us this: Show

your grief for me in work and hope.

Be good, forget the rest, be

what I have been among you: a soul.

Live, life moves,

the dead are dead, the shadows pass on.

the man who abandons still has, and the man who has lived lives!

Make noise, anvils; be silent, church bells!

 

So the brother of the morning twilight

and of the sun of hard work,

the old happy man with a holy life,

went off toward a purer light.

...Oh, yes, my friends, carry

his body to the mountains!

To the blue peaks

of the long Guadarrama range!

There I know deep ravines

with green pines where the wind is singing.

Hi heart can rest

under an ordinary oak

in the thyme fields, where the golden

butterflies are fluttering...

One day the master there

imagined a new blossoming of Spain.

 

Antonio Machado

(Translated by Robert Bly)

 

Por Francisco Giner de los Ríos

 

Como se fue el maestro,
la luz de esta mañana
me dijo: Van tres días
que mi hermano Francisco no trabaja.
¿Murió?... Sólo sabemos
que se nos fue por una senda clara,
diciéndonos: Hacedme
un duelo de labores y esperanzas.
Sed buenos y no más, sed lo que he sido
entre vosotros: alma.
Vivid, la vida sigue,
los muertos mueren y las sombras pasan;
lleva quien deja y vive el que ha vivido.

¡Yunques, sonad; enmudeced, campanas!
   Y hacia otra luz más pura
partió el hermanó de la luz del alba,
del sol de los talleres,
el viejo alegre de la vida santa.
... ¡Oh, sí!, llevad, amigos,
su cuerpo a la montaña,
a los azules montes
del ancho Guadarrama.
Allí hay barrancos hondos
de pinos verdes donde el viento canta.
Su corazón repose
bajo una encina casta,
en tierra de tomillos, donde juegan
mariposas doradas...
  Allí el maestro un día
soñaba un nuevo florecer de España.

Antonio Machado

[thel juarez]

" Make noise, anvils; be silent, church bellls!".... sounds like Marco speaking with his disarming smile and mischievous eyes..!

Thanks, Ken!

hugs,

thelma

". . .  true wisdom is not communicated through books or speeches--true wisdom is found in the depths of your consciousness,  just as true love is found in the depths of your heart."  Excerpt from " The Healing of Suffering" by SILO.  

pls. visit: www.convergenceofcultures.org
               www.thelmarjuarez.blogspot.com

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