Poetry Poem by Pablo Neruda
Poetry
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
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
What is most beautiful? The quality of Pablo Neruda feelings or his perseverance in making them accessible for many in a wonderful simple way? I think the combination of the two is what poetry is, and without it, i will be as living a life but missing the essence of life itself.
Ah! Pablo. I discovered this piece in a book just a few short days ago and fell immediately in love. I exist, I think, somewhere inside these words. *sigh*
poetry opened me. il postino sent me. i've started to write. thanks pablo neruda
Poetry came searching for him and whrn he embraced it we got so many wonderful poems to read. Greatttttt
So very true! And it was at that age... Poetry arrived in search of me! As we read through the masterly poems of the great, greatest ever if I may say, poet we clearly understand that it is Poetry that came to Neruda searching for her right perch, not Neruda who searched for poetry. Poetry came to him naturally, effortlessly. My heart swells!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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11/23/2024 1:06:37 PM # 1.0.0
Neruda knows how powerful poetry. he is a man who had lived and still living---infinite in his deepest emotion..