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, 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
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.
An intriguing poem, may be dealing with basic yet profound questions about life itself. A well deserved modern poem of the day.
Is the rose naked? ! Musing along. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Surreal and philosophical poem that seems to ask profound questions about the nature of beauty and reality.
Philosophical questions require intellectual answers! Asking is easy, but answering is difficult! Anyhow quesions kindle a lot of thoughts sure! Thanks for sharing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LOL..Absolutely funny to the bone of the chin...: >) it(