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Neruda's Wisdom

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This wind will whisper
your wild words

long after
you have discovered
sleep unending,
 
Poet.

You cannot perish ~

passion will not cease
to yield towards yearning,
to purify your memories of moments
so rare,

whether penned on parchment
or silent like a song.

For as long
as there is love lingering
beneath these bountiful branches
bearing fragile fruit,

we will know
the secret scent
of your melting music,

the tender taste
of your touch...



















Author notes





(Top) Graphic courtesy of CarolDesjarlais



(Bottom) Graphic artist unknown





from: "Ode to an Aged Poet"

"He offered me his hand
the way an old tree might
extend a broken branch
stripped
of leaves and fruit"

by Pablo Neruda


~ * ~


from: "The Word"

"I take the word and go over it
as though it were nothing more than a human shape,
its arrangements awe me and I find my way
through each variation in the spoken word --
I utter and I am and without speaking I approach
the limit of words and the silence.


by Pablo Neruda


~ * ~


"The Light Wraps You"


The light wraps you in its mortal flame.
Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way
against the old propellers of the twighlight
that revolves around you.

Speechless, my friend,
alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead
and filled with the lives of fire,
pure heir of the ruined day.

A bough of fruit falls from the sun on your dark garment.
The great roots of night
grow suddenly from your soul,
and the things that hide in you come out again
so that a blue and palled people
your newly born, takes nourishment.

Oh magnificent and fecund and magnetic slave
of the circle that moves in turn through black and gold:
rise, lead and possess a creation
so rich in life that its flowers perish
and it is full of sadness"


By Pablo Neruda



A link to his poems:

www.oldpoetry.com/oauthor/show/Pablo_Neruda


Oldpoetry link courtesy of rufina caraid








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  • PerfectImperfection
    August 19, 2008

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    This is a beautiful representation of inspirations, as well as the poet himself. Neruda is indeed one of my very favorites, and this piece is a beautiful dedication of sorts in his honor. Well penned, with nice imagery woven throughout. Thank you for your entry!


  • parenchma
    May 17, 2008

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    If nothing is ever lost, Energy converts to matter, matter to energy

    I ask what energy is love?
    Does it matter?

    It cannot be destroyed
    It can be inverted, perverted
    converted to hate

    You can only change the way you look at it
    Recognize the different ways it appears
    Fear it;

    Embrace it...
    Look at it openly
    Adjust your soul
    to be sustained by its power


  • Endeavor gold member
    April 26, 2008

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    Excellent


    This wind will whisper
    your wild words

    long after
    you have discovered
    sleep unending,

    Poet.

    Love the opening words of this
    Very lovely Wanda

    Rick


  • Heavens Child
    April 25, 2008

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    An absolute beautiful penning. It's captivating and ellegant. Your style and technique impeccable. Best wishes and thank you for entering.


  • Meroza
    April 22, 2008

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    Your poem is very strong, the words, a perfect image it leaves! Amazing, I have to say.

    - Meroza

  • dx d by me
    April 22, 2008

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    Oh, the joy of words and their immortality! This is a lovely piece to journey through. This piece certianly loves it's skin. Beautiful. Geo


  • rufina caraid gold member
    April 22, 2008

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    http://oldpoetry.com/oauthor/show/Pablo_Neruda

     

    Neruda, I have found is a poet that sets off emotions to varying degrees. Love, Lust, political arguments to name a few. However, I always have found his poetry to be intersting at the least and profoundly passionate and honest at it's best.

    You have obvioulsy studied his work well to be able to produce such a wonderful poem similar to  his own high calibre. 

    Von -~Oldpoetry~ 


    • Night Hope gold member
      April 22, 2008
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      Thank you for your always thoughtful contributions, Von. I've added the Oldpoetry link to my author's notes. I appreciate your attentiveness to the giants whose shoulders we all stand upon. Wanda


  • star-ashes
    April 22, 2008
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    wow i really liked that and passion is always there it just shows in different ways then we expect


  • individuality gold member
    April 22, 2008

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    a good poem, ah passion will never ever cease n any f us, it is there for time, even if we kick the proverbial bucket, the words remain and the passion flows.


  • Namita
    April 21, 2008

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    Beautiful, Wanda, beautiful... Yes, Neruda can never perish, but nor can you... beautiful

    - namita

  • JWGoethe
    April 21, 2008

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    stunning and touching. I loved this absolutely. Not a wasted word or phrase. Perfect and beautiful.


  • marc creamore
    April 21, 2008

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    And Pablo would love this Swan . . . it has a quiet majesty about it, like reading words softly bouncing off clouds tinted by the light of late evening . . .

  • Melissa Gayle gold member
    April 21, 2008

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    I love this Wanda.

    How are you honey, I do so hope you are well.

    • Night Hope gold member
      April 21, 2008
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      I'm hangin' in there, Sweetie. Hope all is well in your world, my Friend.


  • Kokaze
    April 21, 2008

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    "You cannot perish ~

    passion will not cease
    to yield towards yearning,
    to purify your memories of moments
    so rare,"

    It's so beautiful, so breathtakingly lovely, almost achingly so. It tells of times long gone, and yet, these times are undoubtedly a part of the present. Even your punctuation helps you to your end.

    I will be bookmarking this. You know how many times I've done that on this site? Never before.

    Well done.

  • mindpoet
    April 20, 2008

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    Very beautiful piece, full of the faerieland wonder of twilight. I'm a big fan of alliteration and love the way you intersperse it throughout the piece.
    Thanks for sharing this
    Erik


  • Soulful Woman silver member
    April 20, 2008

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    What a magnificent fan of Neruda you are. He would have been honored to have his work so intertwined with yours.
    Your work is beautiful, it is written from your heart and that is a pure one for sure. You keep poetry real and full of honesty and love...as it should be.
    Thank you for sharing such beauty with all of us.
    Stay well
    Nor


  • ferg silver member
    April 20, 2008

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    Breathtaking

    Your poem is breathtakingly beautiful. Your words roll effortlessly from my tongue, and your metaphors create powerful visuals in my mind. This is a wonderful and heartfelt tribute to Neruda. He would be pleased. Bravo!


  • myriad-dark
    April 20, 2008

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    and wisdom flows...

    a beautifully penned piece, Wanda... it flows so effortlessly from your pen; pure music & I am found wanting... 'd'(david)


  • Maureen silver member
    April 20, 2008

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    Congratulations

    on winning Silver for this great tribute to a great poet, Pablo Neruda!



    ♥ Maureen


  • Heath Thompson
    April 20, 2008
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    Neruda is my favourite poet - good choice and nice imagery


  • Nicolette gold member
    April 20, 2008

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    I simply love this. You know how much I love Neruda's poetry and how my own writing was and is still being shaped by his phenomenal work. I can't think of someone better to write about this poet than you, Vlindertjie. You are both alive on this page...what company to be in!!!

    ~ Nicolette


  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    April 20, 2008

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    Ah yes, one who knows Neruda so well, knows the way to write such. This is gorgeous, evocative deep with desire. I thought sure, if you entered, you woudl ahve the title the lines come from. There is no other feast that edifies like this collection I have of him. But then, you know...you know.


  • poet2angels gold member
    April 20, 2008

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    Okay, Wanda, I am sure that you knew I would love this one...You know that my favorite of yours is a tribute to Neruda and I shall add this to my very faves of yours..I love this and can feel the passion that you feel for his poetry...TY for sharing your heart, my dear friend...

    Lynda


  • Cannonsfire
    April 20, 2008

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    Ok I am taking mine out now You do Neruda so well I just sigh everytime you do it. Love, C

  • Bad Bill
    April 20, 2008
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    An excellent homage to the Great Poet, written with tenderness and obvious affection.

    Bill


  • Sonja
    April 20, 2008

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    No wonder that you use Neruda to give him the words of beautiful poetry. This is the real ode, with amazingly nice beginning:
    ~
    This wind will whisper
    your wild words

    long after
    you have discovered
    sleep unending,

    Poet.
    ~
    Sigh... *hug
    ~Sonja~


  • PageTurner
    April 20, 2008

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    ...Sighhh!



    "we will know
    the secret scent
    of your melting music,

    the tender taste
    of your touch..."


    That Goes For You Too, my Friend.

    ~ Nicky♥


  • Heart Sutra
    April 20, 2008

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    Soul-Full and Marvel - lous! I really enjoyed this one Wanda.


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