Desert Fathers
Monks
Men devout
Wade out into Lake Mariout
Wash Egypt's eternal dust
from your woolen tunics
Swim quietly about
There in the shadows of Alexander Therapeutae;
O' Men without
Cool your passions
and immerse your salty eyes
The old demons are watching you
From 'round the ancient lakeside
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CLASSIC POEM
THE WIND, ONE BRILLIANT DAY
The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.
"In return for the odor of jasmine,
I'd like all the odor of your roses."
"I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead."
"Well then, I'll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and the waters
of the fountain."
The wind left. And I wept. And I said
to myself: "What have you done
with the garden that was entrusted
to you?"
ANTONIO MACHADO
