I can't really connect to these poems. They just seem dull to me. Maybe it's the translation, but I find nothing special about them. Hills and roads and landscapes. Lorca could take the same things and make them magical. With Machado they're just hills and roads and landscapes.
That's the principle perils of living without a library - people swoon for a poet and you buy his big, expensive book only to find out you don't like it much at all.