Fields Of Soria

Hills of silver plate,
grey heights, dark red rocks
through which the Duero bends
its crossbow arc
round Soria, shadowed oaks,
stone dry-lands, naked mountains,
white roads and river poplars,
twilights of Soria, warlike and mystical,
today I feel, for you,
in my hearts depths, sadness,
sadness of love! Fields of Soria,
where it seems the stones have dreams,
you go with me! Hills of silver plate,
grey heights, dark red rocks.

by Antonio Machado

Comments (3)

the full poem is at poetry in translation.com
The whole poem has nine sections - the full poem in Spanish can be found at: http: //www.poesia-inter.net/amach113.htm An English translation of this poem and several others by Machado are at: http: //www.tonykline.co.uk/PITBR/Spanish/Machado.htm#_Toc72668360
This is not the entire poem. It contains several more stanzas, no?