water
Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.
– pablo neruda
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I love Neruda – he’s totally ace.
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one of my favorite poets
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wow – deeply beautiful – great combination!!
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thanks, the photo was from a visit to the aviary in the zoo.
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Love this one, Beth. Beautiful pairing of photo and Neruda.
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thank you –
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Wonderful matching of your photo and wise words.
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Thank you, Miriam
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Beautiful and wise. Well done. ☺☺
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Neruda is a favorite of mine too, Beth. And the photo is beautiful. It looks to me like mother-of-pearl as mosaic.
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It does look like that – it was simply moving water over rocks under filtered light
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Neruda is a favorite and in the morning is great the photo is awesome. ❤ ❤
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I’m glad, Kat-
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everyone is doing my favorites today lol
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You prompted me to search for the Spanish original:
http://tinyurl.com/mwjvzpc
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Wonderful
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It has taken me a good deal longer to track down the person who translated the poem into English. It seems to be Alastair Reed:
http://www.worldcat.org/wcpa/servlet/DCARead?standardNo=0374513511&standardNoType=1&excerpt=true
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thanks, steve –
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Water, water, everywhere. The basement sump pump signals its presence with a whir and whump of labor.
Well, not quite as poetic, but that’s our life this past week or so here, Beth.
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Well… pun intemded
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Very nice! I like it 🙂
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Thank you, rob )
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Beautiful image and poem!
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thanks, judi –
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Oh Pablo….that felt so nice….
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yes –
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I always think of the patient strength of water, that it can support the weight of anything, wear through the earth to create canyons. Yet, it’s soft and enveloping and sustains life, too. Beautiful photo and poem combination.
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such a nice way to put it, eli. and no matter how hard you try, you can’t hold it in your hands.
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My Mom was someone who appreciated poetry from other countries. In her Spanish classes, Pablo Neruda was one of her top two so this means a lot to read this beautiful poem in English.
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Oh, I’m so glad-
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I love Pablo Neruda. Great post!
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thanks, brenda – me too
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When I studied Neruda it was in Spanish, his words moved me so much as a young adult. To this day I am stirred by the profound truth in those words.
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I am as well, even with the English translation-
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Wah!!! beautiful lines. Good Saying.
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he is brilliant with his words
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I love your title.
water is magical 🙂
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thank you, ben-
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