Pablo Neruda - La Poesía

Poetry

and it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river,
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadows perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fires and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery.
felt myself a pure part of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

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Music

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• Pablo
• Neruda
• poetry

[rinalas]

@johnirishhere it's not that hard to find the english version or w/e (whatever) language you speak

[TheLogicJunkie]

This is one of my favorite poems of all time. Just beautiful.

[Lovelaiddown]

That is beautiful...

[johnirishhere]

Ha! having put the clip on my site i found all the words aside the link image. beautiful, beyond and within.

[johnirishhere]

the sound of your voice is lovely, only wish i knew what you were saying.