Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Unity - Poem by Pablo Neruda

There is something dense, united, settled in the depths,
repeating its number, its identical sign.
How it is noted that stones have touched time,
in their refined matter there is an odor of age,
of water brought by the sea, from salt and sleep.

I'm encircled by a single thing, a single movement:
a mineral weight, a honeyed light
cling to the sound of the word "noche":
the tint of wheat, of ivory, of tears,
things of leather, of wood, of wool,
archaic, faded, uniform,
collect around me like walls.

I work quietly, wheeling over myself,
a crow over death, a crow in mourning.
I mediate, isolated in the spread of seasons,
centric, encircled by a silent geometry:
a partial temperature drifts down from the sky,
a distant empire of confused unities
reunites encircling me.


Comments about Unity by Pablo Neruda

  • Indira Renganathan (12/6/2016 7:33:00 AM)


    Different things like different seasons opposite to each other unite to encircle life at different points, stages, periods of Time.....good to read (Report) Reply

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  • (8/11/2015 8:08:00 PM)


    ......excellent write...time is a wonderful theme ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 18, 2015



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