Bird Poem by Pablo Neruda

Bird

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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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Tiong Chunghoo 01 July 2006

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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Maxim Muyu 26 August 2010

great to share such a nice poem, keep on writing more.

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Andrew Quintana 18 August 2009

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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Mario A. Cepeda 09 September 2009

Wow, Pablo, como un Picasso de palabras! Like a Picasso of words, you have given flight beyond alphabet! Gracias!

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Dana Soumbouloglou 01 February 2009

Very nice poem.. nice to read

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Cristobal obregon 08 March 2020

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Ramesh T A 05 January 2020

Beautiful free natural poem combining bird, Nature and human heart in one! Thanks for sharing here!

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Dr Antony Theodore 05 January 2020

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. Beautiful poem. Tony

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