Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

The White Mans Burden - Poem by Pablo Neruda

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


Comments about The White Mans Burden by Pablo Neruda

  • (10/6/2016 11:11:00 AM)

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    A whole past lost to the Conquistadors, so tragically expressed by a truly great poet (Report) Reply

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  • Neal Beightol (10/6/2016 9:33:00 AM)


    A twig, a small remnant of a much greater thing. A remnant with its own stories, own burdens, own memories. What remnants do we leave in the trail of our living, and what will their story be to those who listen? (Report) Reply

  • Barry Middleton (10/6/2016 6:39:00 AM)


    I have felt that many times. An excellent work. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/6/2016 6:16:00 AM)

    Lost in the forest!
    The roots i had left behind. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (10/6/2016 12:30:00 AM)


    A poem of mind from memories stirred. Excellent.

    Robert
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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