Pablo Neruda (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)
Poems by Pablo Neruda : 49 / 139
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.
Pablo Neruda
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: childhood, lost, rain, dark, heart, dream
Poems by Pablo Neruda : 49 / 139
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suddenly
i feel my heart leaps
to lines from childhod
this is one of my favorites by neruda. the longing for his lost childhood comes across like a journey through his mind. the imagery and the pang i feel at the end at the loss of my own childhood.. it's surreal.