Tag Archive | Pablo Neruda
I hear someone who follows me, sobbing to me With a sad voice rotted by time. ~Pablo Neruda Whenever my mind travels, and it travels frequently, I sense a parallel presence sashaying in time with my mental opusculums. It is an agitation awakening dormant sepia shadows, a pickle invading a cabbage patch, a persona non […]
What do you see with blind eyes? ~Pablo Neruda I have two functioning eyes. Bent glass is needed for clarity, more near than far. Though the light is focused on the retina, I am blind to any light beyond the superficial.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming. ~Pablo Neruda The flowering words of the poet Pablito Neruda focused eyes on the horrors perpetrated by the coward pinochet, a human being so despicable he does not deserve to have his name capitalized. I shudder to even put it into print. […]
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming. ~Pablo Neruda The lingering Chicago Winter has tried to strangle the song of the flowers, tried to freeze their souls into hell but the flowers would not be denied. I spied them in their finery this morning, heard their revelry as they […]
Between my fingers and thumb The squat pen rests; a snug as a gun. ~Seamus Heaney What is more powerful, a gun in an expert marksman’s hand or the pen in the hand of a clever poet? In the immediate, in the short term, the gun has the power to snuff a life with the […]
Learned men collect sacred texts. ~Pablo Neruda Knowledge is power. Books disseminate knowledge from all points in history. Ergo books are powerful. I would further postulate, it is knowledge passed from person to person, that makes us human therefore sacred. In this respect, all books, all texts are sacred and we should especially seek to […]
Poetry by it’s very nature is subversive. It turns worlds inside out, confounds meaning, changes black to white to contiguous shades of gray. Never trust a poet. ~Pablo Neruda Poetry, the encoding of ideas and emotions in imagery, is considered so dangerous the US-backed dictator Pinochet silenced the pen of Senñor Neruda with poison. Words […]