Monday, February 22, 2010

Lost in the Forest - Pablo Neruda

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.


Maxi Senn Báez said...

I love this poem... is such a strange feeling than it cause

Kayla said...

this may be off topic but, do you know any really good war poems? I need them for English, thanks.

Maree said...

There are some fantastic war poems... I posted one earlier this month:, there is also one by Yevgeni Yevtushenko: and a great one by Wilfred Owen: Those are what immediately leap to mind.