POEM APRIL WAS BLOOMING of ANTONIO MACHADO

 

APRIL WAS BLOOMING of ANTONIO MACHADO

POEM

April was blooming

in front of my window.

among the jasmine

and the white roses

from a flowery balcony,

I saw the two sisters.

The minor sewed,

the eldest spun...

among the jasmine

and white roses

the smallest,

giggly and pink

?your needle her in the air?,

she looked at my window.

the eldest followed

silent and pale,

her spindle on her spinning wheel

that the linen coiled.

april was blooming

in front of my window.

a clear afternoon

the older one cried,

among the jasmine

and white roses

and before the white linen

who spun on her spinning wheel.

"What do you have?" I told him.

silent pale?

She pointed to the dress

that the sister started.

in the black robe

the needle gleamed;

on the white veil,

the silver thimble

She pointed her to the afternoon

of april that dreamed,

while it was heard

ringing of bells

And in the clear afternoon

she showed me her tears...

april was blooming

in front of my window.

It was another happy April

and another placid afternoon.

The flowery balcony

lonely i was...

not the little one

smiling and rosy,

nor the sad sister,

silent and pale,

nor the black tunic,

I don't even touch it white...

just on the spindle

the flax turned

by invisible hand,

and in the dark room

the clean moon

mirror shone...

among the jasmine

and the white roses

from the flowery balcony,

I looked at myself in the clear

mirror moon

how far I dreamed...

april was blooming

in front of my window.