Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Ode To Age - Poem by Pablo Neruda

I don't believe in age.
All old people
carry
in their eyes,
a child,
and children,
at times
observe us with the
eyes of wise ancients.
Shall we measure
life
in meters or kilometers
or months?
How far since you were born?
How long
must you wander
until
like all men
instead of walking on its surface
we rest below the earth?
To the man, to the woman
who utilized their
energies, goodness, strength,
anger, love, tenderness,
to those who truly
alive
flowered,
and in their sensuality matured,
let us not apply
the measure
of a time
that may be
something else, a mineral
mantle, a solar
bird, a flower,
something, maybe,
but not a measure.
Time, metal
or bird, long
petiolate flower,
stretch
through
man's life,
shower him
with blossoms
and with
bright
water
or with hidden sun.
I proclaim you
road,
not shroud,
a pristine
ladder
with treads
of air,
a suit lovingly
renewed
through springtimes
around the world.
Now,
time, I roll you up,
I deposit you in my
bait box
and I am off to fish
with your long line
the fishes of the dawn!

translated from the Spanish by Margaret Sayers Peden

Topic(s) of this poem: age


Comments about Ode To Age by Pablo Neruda

  • Indira Renganathan (11/12/2016 5:10:00 AM)


    I don't believe in age.
    All old people
    carry
    in their eyes,
    a child,
    and children,
    at times
    observe us with the
    eyes of wise ancients...the poem ens there...the rest seems to be its aggrandizement...an excellent poem- 10
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  • Thomas Case (12/2/2015 9:42:00 PM)


    excellent poem...time isn't the measure, experience is. (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (9/30/2015 1:30:00 PM)


    Very well written....I liked it. (Report) Reply

  • Soul Watcher (8/7/2015 3:43:00 AM)


    Interesting, how come nobody's commented on this great poem! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 14, 2015



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