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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.
Pablo Neruda
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Read poems about / on: green, water, fire, wind, sky, sun, night, spring, dance, journey, work
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Mario A. Cepeda
(9/9/2009 7:32:00 PM) |
Wow, Pablo, como un Picasso de palabras! Like a Picasso of words, you have given flight beyond alphabet! Gracias!
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Andrew Quintana
(8/18/2009 7:15:00 PM) |
What a lovely nature poem! I liked it because of the images used to convey the meaning. He's not telling us what to feel, he's just dressing it up in words that are lovely and beautiful.
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John Tiong Chunghoo
(7/1/2006 3:49:00 AM) |
lovely pablo. rare poem about flying up there. mine to share:
flight
woman
next to me
her lips fly away
with prayers
her fingers
dancing round
her prayer beads
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