"...And to you, what can these mean now:...the evidence unfolding like a flower, the green song in the green leaves, the presence of the sky with its goblet of freshness?..."
I Love Neruda, In my mind there is no writer who writes quite like he did! We are still waiting for fresh green lilac leaves. The snow-machine must be broken and no one knows how to turn it off!! ;-)
Oh, I do hope the snow machine points this way soon - we desperately need mountain snow pack to temper forest fire season! Enjoy the slush and mud and tromping about in rubber boots (classic barnyard black with a red toe and heel, of course! I've loved Neruda since stumbling upon a new library book years ago that featured his original poems plus English translation, each on facing pages - a lovely out-loud reading comparison, despite that I only could really "read" the English version!
I Love Neruda, In my mind there is no writer who writes quite like he did! We are still waiting for fresh green lilac leaves. The snow-machine must be broken and no one knows how to turn it off!! ;-)
ReplyDeleteOh, I do hope the snow machine points this way soon - we desperately need mountain snow pack to temper forest fire season! Enjoy the slush and mud and tromping about in rubber boots (classic barnyard black with a red toe and heel, of course!
ReplyDeleteI've loved Neruda since stumbling upon a new library book years ago that featured his original poems plus English translation, each on facing pages - a lovely out-loud reading comparison, despite that I only could really "read" the English version!