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  • ۝ Ode To The Book ۝

    ₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪ Ode to the BookBy Pablo Neruda*~*~*~*~*~* When I close a bookI open life.I hearfaltering criesamong harbours.Copper ignotsslide down sand-pitsto Tocopilla.Night time.Among the islandsour oceanthrobs with fish,touches the feet, the thighs,the chalk ribsof my country.The whole of nightclings to its shores, by ...
    Posted to Poems by Galatea on January 31, 2008

  • Re: Elemental Odes by Pablo Neruda

    I'll give this [reply] a C+ for effort, then. (As in, you can do better than that.) Lighten up yourself, eh? Am sure you will enjoy the Odes, they are so filled with passion, just about bursting off the page with life & joy. Whitman would have felt a kinship with / to them, my guess.
    Posted to Poems by Lunesta on October 26, 2007

  • A Friday OPP, if you will?

    Yesterday, in a sub-thread discussion on IslandTime's fine Thursday OPP post, some of us got involved in a little talk about translations from the Spanish, and Pablo Neruda. When I looked up this poem (one of my own PN favorites) today on the Net, there was no translator listed. So, we are ''reading blind'' here, so to speak. Anyway, any and all ...
    Posted to Poems by Lunesta on October 26, 2007

  • Re: Neruda's "Ode to Salt"

    Hi I.T., That's a book I'll be glad to skip! But as for everyday items being praised, Neruda's choices are wonderful: his suit, ''a large tuna in the market,'' onions, lemons, various trees and other plants, just really your basic everyday items and things we might overlook which are actually the joys that make everyday life bearable, fun & ...
    Posted to Poems by Lunesta on October 26, 2007

  • Re: Neruda's "Ode to Salt"

    So far, I like this best of the very few translations of Neruda that I've seen. Simply visionary. (What can I say, I also like salt -- as in ''I like to breathe'' or ''I like chocolate''. ;) ) Most interesting: I read the English text and much appreciated it, and then read the Spanish thank-you note that followed. Even I could tell how much the ...
    Posted to Poems by White_Rabbit on October 25, 2007

  • Neruda's "Ode to Salt"

    Ode To SaltThis saltin the saltcellarI once saw in the salt mines.I knowyou won'tbelieve me,butit sings,salt sings, the skinof the salt minessingswith a mouth smotheredby the earth.I shivered in those solitudeswhen I heardthe voice ofthe saltin the desert.Near Antofagastathe nitrouspamparesounds:a brokenvoice,a mournfulsong.In its cavesthe salt ...
    Posted to Poems by Lunesta on October 25, 2007

  • ۩ Remembering Neruda ۩

    Thanks Artemesia, I thought the footage was excellent & I hadn't realized we shared the September 11 date with Pinochet's terror until recently.~ Galatea***************************Nothing But Death by Pablo NerudaThere are cemeteries that are lonely,graves full of bones that do not make a sound,the heart moving through a tunnel,in it darkness, ...
    Posted to Poems by Galatea on September 11, 2007

  • ۝ Water ۝

    *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* WaterBy Pablo Neruda~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ Everything on the earth bristled, the bramblepricked and the green threadnibbled away, the petal fell, fallinguntil the only flower was the falling itself.Water is another matter,has no direction but its own bright grace,runs through all imaginable colors,takes limpid lessonsfrom ...
    Posted to Poems by Galatea on August 24, 2007

  • ۝ Bird ۝

    *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* BirdBy Pablo Neruda~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ 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 tunnelthrough the wind would passto where birds were breaking openthe dense blue air -and there, night came in.When I returned from ...
    Posted to Poems by Galatea on August 24, 2007

  • ۝ Assorted Pablo Neruda ۝

    *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Fleas Interest Me So MuchBy Pablo Neruda ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ Fleas interest me so muchthat I let them bite me for hours.They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit,machines that admit of no appeal.They do not bite to eat,they bite only to jump;they are the dancers of the celestial sphere,delicate acrobatsin the softest and most ...
    Posted to Poems by Galatea on August 24, 2007
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