Sunday, 9 September 2012

Day 79: Arrows of Fire


No other poem describes the effect poetry can have better than this declarative verse from Pablo Neruda. 

How it connects us with the universe, 'the infinitesimal', 'the great starry void'; how it makes us feel alive, 'I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.' 


Poetry - Pablo Neruda

And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind. 

2 comments:

  1. I understand the feeling that my poems 'come in search of me'. The feelings start swirling around in that world between the unconscious and consciousness until they are released in poetic form.

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  2. Yes exactly! Somewhere in that great starry void...

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