Sorry-have not had time for the daily dose of poetry for a couple weeks. One from Pablo Neruda-this one packs a punch, a little different from his usual sensual love poems, and has a little flavor of Dante.. Lost in the forest... Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips: maybe it was the voice of the rain crying, a cracked bell, or a torn heart. Something from far off it seemed deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth, a shout muffled by huge autumns, by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves. Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood--- and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Feb 2014 18:44:29 +0000
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