Antonio Machado: “Always Fleeting”

Always Fleeting

Always fleeting but always
close, in a blackened cloak
that poorly covers
the scornful features
of your pallid face.

I do not know
where you are going,
or where
your unspoiled
wedding-bed beauty
hunts at night.

I do not know
what dreams have caused
your eyelids to close.
For whom have you turned down
the covers
of your inhospitable bed?

Stay a while, fugitive beauty.
Stay with me an hour.
I want to kiss your lips
and their bitter, bitter flower.

Antonio Machado

Translated from Spanish by Paul Weinfield, © 2015

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