Ode To Ironing Poem by Pablo Neruda
Ode To Ironing
Poetry is white:
it comes from water swathed in drops,
it wrinkles and gathers,
this planet's skin has to spread out,
the sea's whiteness has to be ironed out,
and the hands keep moving,
the sacred surfaces get smoothed,
and things are done this way:
the hands make the world every day,
fire conjoins with steel,
linen, canvas, and cotton arrive
from the scuffles in the laundries,
and from light a dove is born:
chastity returns out of the foam.
Poetry is white: it comes from water swathed in drops, it wrinkles and gathers, this planet's skin has to spread out, Great poem.
Poor Pablo... imagine listening to your own creation being desecrated by robovoice.... sigh
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Poetry is white: it comes from water swathed in drops, it wrinkles and gathers, this planet's skin has to spread out, .. the great poet's cogitations on the poet and poems. tony
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it comes from water swathed in drops, it wrinkles and gathers, this planet's skin has to spread out, the sea's whiteness has to be ironed out, Beautiful description of poetry. Thanks poet.