08 May 2006

Pablo Neruda

I bought 100 Love Sonnets by Pablo Neruda as a birthday present for a friend yesterday, but I couldn't give it up. So I gave him Paris was Yesterday by Janet Flanner and got lost in words for a while.

Sonnet 52 by Pablo Neruda

You sing, and your voice peels the husk
of the day's grain, your song with the sun and sky,
the pine trees speak with their green tongue:
all the birds of the winter whistle.

The sea fills its cellar with footfalls,
with bells, chains, whimpers,
the tools and the metals jangle,
wheels of the caravan creak.

But I hear only your voice, your voice
soars with the zing and precision of an arrow,
it drops with the gravity of rain,

your voice scatters the highest swords
and returns with its cargo of violets:
it accompanies me through the sky.

1 Comments:

At 18 May 2006 at 8:33 am , Anonymous Rosina/Sara said...

that is a gorgeous poem. Makes me want to really learn Spanish so I could appreciate it in the original.

 

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