And it was the demon of my dream


Antonio Machado

And it was the demon of my dream, the angel

most lovely. Brilliantly

like steel shone his triumphant eyes,

and the bleeding flames

of his torch lit

the deep crypt of my soul.

"Will you come with me?"—"No, never; tombs

and the dead frighten me."

But his iron hand

clutched my right hand.

"You will come with me."...And I went forward in my dream,

blinded by the red light.

And in the crypt I heard the sound of chains

and the stirring of caged beasts.

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