One of my favorite poems of all time. It just dances with me and moves right somehow… it expressed -me- and showed me with such perfect and powerful grace that what I do (my passion) is not powerless, and I am not alone. I’ve had kindred spirits all my life… (!)
by Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age … Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
2 thoughts on “Poetry, by Pablo Neruda”
Amazing poem. I love Pablo Neruda, he has some fantastic poetry. I am not a poet but a writer and I can relate to this poem. Thanks so much for sharing, it made my day that bit brighter.
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no problem *smiles* glad to hear it!