Monday, February 7, 2011

Image source: ImagineStudio on Etsy


It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.

When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography -
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.

Pablo Neruda


renilde said...

Just beautiful, poem and image, this afternoon I sat in my garden for a short while just watching the birds.

Jg. for FatScribe said...

wow ... one of the most impressive images i've ever seen. amazing.

kenza said...

oh... beautiful poem! I was just transported to another realm. Thank you!

Serline said...

Absolutely stunning image. Wish I can offer myself as a model ;-)

natsumi nishizumi said...

The image is gorgeous!!!! It matches to the beautiful poem!!

kitchu said...

ah, Pablo. i adore his work. thanks for sharing this one.

alexandria said...

Beautiful choice of poetry.

Jocy said...

I need to read more Neruda.