poet Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda

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From The Book Of Questions

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?

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (5/5/2020 11:05:00 PM)

    An intriguing poem, may be dealing with basic yet profound questions about life itself. A well deserved modern poem of the day.

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  • Terry ReevesTerry Reeves (5/5/2020 7:38:00 AM)

    Sadly poignant but should be more explicit.

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (5/5/2020 7:34:00 AM)

    Is the rose naked? !

    Musing along.


    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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  • Dominic WindramDominic Windram (5/5/2020 4:51:00 AM)

    Surreal and philosophical poem that seems to ask profound questions about the nature of beauty and reality.

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  • Ramesh T ARamesh T A (5/5/2020 3:24:00 AM)

    Philosophical questions require intellectual answers! Asking is easy, but answering is difficult! Anyhow quesions kindle a lot of thoughts sure! Thanks for sharing!

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  • Kumarmani MahakulKumarmani Mahakul (5/5/2020 2:56:00 AM)

    Tell me, is the rose naked
    or is that her only dress? .......great philosophy in a question tag. Beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda.

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (5/5/2020 1:35:00 AM)

    Is there anything in the world sadder
    than a train standing in the rain? Interesting thoughts and imagination. tony

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  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (5/5/2020 1:33:00 AM)

    Nature is truth by natural
    No need to dress up

    Truth is truth by born
    No need make up

    Roots, the foundation for standing up righteously
    The hidden power as true heart

    Hands of the thief
    Act upon the command of hungry belly

    Rain comes to bathe out to inward
    but senseless robotic life out of pains

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  • Tom MaxwellTom Maxwell (3/26/2019 2:27:00 PM)

    EVERYTHING IS QUESTIONABLE. NICE READ

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  • * Sunprincess * (7/11/2014 11:31:00 PM)

    ..............so many questions....so little time.....

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  • Brian JaniBrian Jani (4/27/2014 4:57:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

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  • Sushovan Basu (5/9/2013 2:34:00 AM)

    For Pablo,
    my share

    Slaying

    Dry and yellow
    the gramophone tongue
    I slide into

    a flood of rubble
    blue and snoring
    the clouds ask

    for a little sunshine
    in a coffee full of holes
    punched by sugar

    written in long lost
    sentences of rain
    quivering in sleep

    I endorse a
    room less wall full
    of stigma written

    selling a mountain
    to an elevator

    full of roses
    fresh from branches
    slaying another epic
    Nikhil Nath

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  • James MclainJames Mclain (12/15/2008 6:09:00 PM)

    LOL..Absolutely funny to the bone of the chin...: >) it(

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  • John Tiong ChunghooJohn Tiong Chunghoo (7/1/2006 9:42:00 AM)

    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

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  • Dr Afaq Qureshi (11/8/2005 2:06:00 AM)

    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.

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