Friday, September 10, 2010

Kay Sage, Le Passage, 1956

Lost In The Forest

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.

Pablo Neruda


renilde said...

Pablo Neruda,he's one of my favourite poets,just wonderfull how he uses words.

kenza said...

Oh... Neruda. Que belleza...
Mil gracias. (y gracias por tu visita y comentarios - siempre tan amables)
Besos y feliz fin de semana!

Amanda said...

as i began reading this post, i thought to myself: i hope yoli has posted a poem by neruda.

thank you for making my wish come true today♡this is a beautiful start to my sunday