Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)

Bird


It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.

When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography -
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Tumis581 2001 (10/9/2014 3:25:00 AM)

    he want to fly in the skkkkkkkyyyyyyy (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 58 Points Brian Jani (4/27/2014 2:26:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out  (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,468 Points * Sunprincess * (2/2/2014 12:19:00 AM)

    .....to be a bird would be so nice...you could fly all over the world...and not have to pay for an airline ticket...plus you wouldn't have to work...it is truly the life...wish I was a bird.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 123 Points marvin brato (10/28/2013 9:17:00 AM)

    Succinct narration of the plight of a tiny bird liken to man's fate! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jane Moon (3/26/2013 6:28:00 AM)

    Ah, this reminds how the exquisite, feathery beauty of a bird transcends the ordinary world, how the delicate bird flies to pollinate the flowers and create such beauty for man to admire. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - -1 Points Maxim Muyu (8/26/2010 9:55:00 AM)

    great to share such a nice poem, keep on writing more. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mario A. Cepeda (9/9/2009 7:32:00 PM)

    Wow, Pablo, como un Picasso de palabras! Like a Picasso of words, you have given flight beyond alphabet! Gracias! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Andrew Quintana (8/18/2009 7:15:00 PM)

    What a lovely nature poem! I liked it because of the images used to convey the meaning. He's not telling us what to feel, he's just dressing it up in words that are lovely and beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Dana Soumbouloglou (2/1/2009 2:19:00 AM)

    Very nice poem.. nice to read (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jeannie Ann Clark (12/22/2007 11:37:00 AM)

    Nice writing...thank you... (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,833 Points john tiong chunghoo (7/1/2006 3:49:00 AM)

    lovely pablo. rare poem about flying up there. mine to share:

    flight
    woman
    next to me
    her lips fly away
    with prayers
    her fingers
    dancing round
    her prayer beads (Report) Reply

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