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from The Book of Questions
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III.
Tell me, is the rose naked
or is that her only dress?
Why do trees conceal
the splendor of their roots?
Who hears the regrets
of the thieving automobile?
Is there anything in the world sadder
than a train standing in the rain?
Pablo Neruda
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John Tiong Chunghoo (7/1/2006 9:42:00 AM)
pablo,
my share;
tell me
is the world
ooking at me
through the lenses
in my eyes
or am i looking
at the world
through his lenses
is he controlling me
or the other way round
do i have more control
over this body or him
what if the world
suddenly let go of its pull |
Dr. Afaq Qureshi (11/8/2005 2:06:00 AM)
Neruda, the nobel prize winner poet holds a unspoken and written magic in his verse. Independent mostly of the formalities of meter and rhyme, he is equally strong and writes with passion which is not seen in most of his contemporaries. This particular poem has all those mystical elements which make Neruda's poems seem to arise from within our hearts, conveying our own feelings of love, hatred and in general the absurdity of life. Neruda doesn't stop at just the description of absudity, he takes a step forward, challenges its boundaries and questions its existence. Human soul and collective conscience of so many centuries evolved into fine arts and this poetry is one fine example of these arts. |
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