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.
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I envy Pablo
His simple creative genius I strive for, but can't quite reach. Dancing visual images moving before the eyes in a blink, blink of time. Becoming our nature becoming our rhyme. -
Only Naruda can produce such lines as 'I had no more alphabet/than the swallows in their courses...' He lifts poetic experiences to the very skies with his imagery and metaphors.
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Absolutely beautiful word art. I have never read this poem by Neruda even though he is one of my all-time favourite poets. His imagery and metaphors is something to aspire to. Anyone who wants to develop their poetic skills should read...and read...Neruda. The last two lines of this poem is absolutely stunning!
~ Nicolette
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A treat for the mind. The last two lines are my favorite. Truly enjoyed reading this.
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