Monday, February 6, 2012
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the whisper 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.
Poem : Pablo Neruda
Image: Green Forest iPad Wallpaper