Friday, November 18, 2011

Pablo Poem

Hi World,

Sometimes you are in the right place at the right time to hear great news. Sometimes it is the opposite.

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.

Pablo Neruda

My friend, you are in my thoughts.

Chicken out


  1. And now Im thinking of you and hoping YOU are OK.

  2. Hi Shay, yes, I am ok. Sad news about an old friend. Thank you.

  3. So sorry to hear the sadness.

    And this is completely ridiculous, but anytime I hear Pablo Neruda, I immediately think of Bart and Lisa on The Simpsons discussing the soul and Bart says, "I'm familiar with the works of Pablo Neruda." Which just cracks my ass up everytime.

    Hope that made you laugh a little bit.

  4. Hi Suniverse. I did not even see that episode and still I am laughing. Thanks for that.

  5. so sorry about your friend, chicken. but i must thank you for turning me on to pablo neruda. (what can i say i'm completely uncultured for not knowing about him.) this was a beautiful piece.

  6. Thanks, Chicken. It is at times like this when one finds their true friends. I am glad that you are one of mine.

  7. Hi Punker. I think you especially would really like some of his stuff. And you are not uncultured. Far from it. Thank you.

    Z: I do not really have the words I need. I do not think they exist. But I do know one thing. You and your family have many true friends. Take care.


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