Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Ode To Ironing

Poem by Pablo Neruda

Poetry is white:
it comes from water swathed in drops,
it wrinkles and gathers,
this planet's skin has to spread out,
the sea's whiteness has to be ironed out,
and the hands keep moving,
the sacred surfaces get smoothed,
and things are done this way:
the hands make the world every day,
fire conjoins with steel,
linen, canvas, and cotton arrive
from the scuffles in the laundries,
and from light a dove is born:
chastity returns out of the foam.

Topic(s) of this poem: house


Comments about Ode To Ironing by Pablo Neruda

  • Shaun CronickShaun Cronick (5/2/2020 3:32:00 AM)

    Great imagery one of his almost best loved poems.
    Many thanks.(Report)Reply

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  • vukani (9/2/2019 6:43:00 PM)

    Poor Pablo... imagine listening to your own creation being desecrated by robovoice.... sigh(Report)Reply

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (8/21/2019 12:56:00 PM)

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    Poetry is white:
    it comes from water swathed in drops,
    it wrinkles and gathers,
    this planet's skin has to spread out, what an imagination.. of Neruda(Report)Reply

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (7/3/2019 5:22:00 AM)

    Poetry is white:
    it comes from water swathed in drops,
    it wrinkles and gathers,
    this planet's skin has to spread out, .. the great poet's cogitations on the poet and poems. tony(Report)Reply

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (4/12/2019 6:27:00 AM)

    The great Neruda.. who am I to comment on him.. tony(Report)Reply

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  • Anita Aparajita DasAnita Aparajita Das (9/27/2017 9:57:00 AM)

    it comes from water swathed in drops,
    it wrinkles and gathers,
    this planet's skin has to spread out,
    the sea's whiteness has to be ironed out,
    Beautiful description of poetry.
    Thanks poet.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 18, 2015