Visit Almazán if you can. Drive north of Madrid for a couple of hours, and there you will find the town, waiting.
Poetry can take many forms, and this a plea for more of those poems that are close to songs.
'The skies of England are in my top ten list of why I love living here,' said a friend recently. I think that they make my top ten as well.
Antonio Machado is buried in Collioure, a small town just over the border in France. There are always flowers on his grave.
"If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?" wrote Shelley. As spring comes, March watches over its first steps.
He gained none of the world's glory, ran no large company, held no great post.