Lost In The Forest Poem by Pablo Neruda

Lost In The Forest

Rating: 2.7

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.

Brian Jani 27 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

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Shihabudheen K J 06 December 2010

It renders the reader a wandering scent as said in last line and brings the reader into hazy snow uncovered by human footsteps were there lies mysteries beyond imagination.i feel like walking through such a agony lusty woods.

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Pious Pao 29 March 2010

Classic! One of the best poems I have read. The image simply comes to life.

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