Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Be Grateful For Everything We Receive From The Earth.

Pablo Neruda, Sonnet VI:


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.


  1. I read this very early this morning and liked it..and seems appropriate to post here.

    I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
    -- Walt Whitman