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Nathaniel Hawthorne

Monday, November 09, 2015

Wayfarer, there's no road

During our VCFA residency in Bath Spa, my wonderful class received wonderful advise from David Almond (THE David Almond!) to read poems aloud, at least one every day. So my group created a Facebook where we post a poem a day.

Today was the first time I posted, and I chose Antonio Machado's Wayfarer, There's No Path. It has always resonated with me, even when I first heard it at school when I was a little kid.

Caminante no hay camino, se hace camino al andar...

Enjoy!

Wayfarer, there is no path, by Antonio Machado
Wayfarer, the only way
Is your footprints and no other.
Wayfarer, there is no way.
Make your way by going farther.
By going farther, make your way
Till looking back at where you've wandered,
You look back on that path you may
Not set foot on from now onward.
Wayfarer, there is no way;
Only wake-trails on the waters.
......
Wanderer, your footsteps are
the road and nothing more;
wanderer, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.
Walking makes the road,
and turning to look behind
you see the path that you
will never tread again.
Wanderer, there is no road,
only foam trails on the sea.

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