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10/13/2008

poetry

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.

-Pablo Neruda

2 comments:

RONeiluke, RN said...

this is the second time this day i stumbled into pablo neruda. i love how he plays with words but maintained their sincerity...

wanderingcommuter said...

isa siya sa mga all time favorite ko at favorite ko din ang mga taong nagbabasa sa kanya!!!

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