Water Poem by Pablo Neruda

Water

Rating: 2.9


Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Indira Renganathan 30 October 2016

wonderful poem on the run of aqua-10

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Indira Renganathan 30 October 2016

wonderful poem on the run of water-10

18 11 Reply
Uiopkj 10 January 2018

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Rachel 14 March 2018

l love it.

7 8 Reply
anusha 14 March 2018

i dont like

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Ameya Joshi 02 December 2020

simple but nice it is full of vocabulary keep it up

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juliues 01 November 2020

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Naidu Reddy 15 May 2019

Helped me for doing my holiday homework.thanks Pablo

7 1 Reply
Khushi 16 October 2018

Short for higher level...but nice

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