Me parce complicated to talk about a book you can not sum up conventionally, so they will clumsily. It is worth mentioning my mistake to have started reading Campos de Castilla not Solitudes. Galleries. Other poems having both in my home, but had good references at the end came as elected and the important thing is that I have no regrets. (I have time to get to the first book of Machado.) volume-preceded by an extensive introduction that serves as an excellent reading guide for a first contact and is divided into two sections and the appendices, among which, for its beauty, an obituary of prose dedicated to Francisco Giner de los Ríwhose last three verses can be read also a reference to his wife, although in this case is not yet dead. Among the accolades also worth mentioning some, like "On the death of Rubén Darío" or "From my corner" of which I will post here the second part I will, moreover, to confess my admiration (known to some ) to
José Martínez Ruiz (emphasis mine):
thou,
Azorín,
out of the sea of Ulysses
came to the broad plain where the great Don Quixote, good Quijano,
dreamed Esplandianes and Amadises;
good Azorín, adoption manchego,
ibera you keep your soul, your heart
fire under your tough starch
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