Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)

The Light Wraps You - Poem by Pablo Neruda

The light wraps you in its mortal flame.
Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way
against the old propellers of the twighlight
that revolves around you.

Speechless, my friend,
alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead
and filled with the lives of fire,
pure heir of the ruined day.

A bough of fruit falls from the sun on your dark garment.
The great roots of night
grow suddenly from your soul,
and the things that hide in you come out again
so that a blue and palled people
your newly born, takes nourishment.

Oh magnificent and fecund and magnetic slave
of the circle that moves in turn through black and gold:
rise, lead and possess a creation
so rich in life that its flowers perish
and it is full of sadness.

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  • Rookie Interstellar Overdrive (12/27/2009 2:13:00 PM)

    another great poem by mr. Neruda! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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