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

3 comments:

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

xoxo