May7

water.

Posted on May 7, 2017 by ksbeth

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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colingarrow on May 7, 2017 at 5:16 am said:

I love Neruda – he’s totally ace.

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- ksbeth on May 7, 2017 at 6:13 am said:
  
  one of my favorite poets
  
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mihrank on May 7, 2017 at 5:37 am said:

wow – deeply beautiful – great combination!!

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- ksbeth on May 7, 2017 at 6:14 am said:
  
  thanks, the photo was from a visit to the aviary in the zoo.
  
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merrildsmith on May 7, 2017 at 6:17 am said:

Love this one, Beth. Beautiful pairing of photo and Neruda.

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- ksbeth on May 7, 2017 at 6:37 am said:
  
  thank you –
  
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Miriam on May 7, 2017 at 6:56 am said:

Wonderful matching of your photo and wise words.

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- ksbeth on May 7, 2017 at 7:35 am said:
  
  Thank you, Miriam
  
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http://www.salpa58.wordpress.com on May 7, 2017 at 8:28 am said:

Beautiful and wise. Well done. ☺☺

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sarahrussellpoetry on May 7, 2017 at 9:31 am said:

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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- ksbeth on May 7, 2017 at 10:11 am said:
  
  It does look like that – it was simply moving water over rocks under filtered light
  
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mlblogsredsoxlady35/lighthousekat on May 7, 2017 at 9:57 am said:

Neruda is a favorite and in the morning is great the photo is awesome. ❤ ❤

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- ksbeth on May 7, 2017 at 10:09 am said:
  
  I’m glad, Kat-
  
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  - mlblogsredsoxlady35/lighthousekat on May 7, 2017 at 4:48 pm said:
    
    everyone is doing my favorites today lol
    
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Steve Schwartzman on May 7, 2017 at 10:01 am said:

You prompted me to search for the Spanish original:

http://tinyurl.com/mwjvzpc

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- ksbeth on May 7, 2017 at 10:09 am said:
  
  Wonderful
  
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  - Steve Schwartzman on May 7, 2017 at 5:03 pm said:
    
    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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    - ksbeth on May 7, 2017 at 7:30 pm said:
      
      thanks, steve –
      
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markbialczak on May 7, 2017 at 10:40 am said:

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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- ksbeth on May 7, 2017 at 11:03 am said:
  
  Well… pun intemded
  
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Rob Moses Photography on May 7, 2017 at 11:36 am said:

Very nice! I like it 🙂

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- ksbeth on May 7, 2017 at 11:57 am said:
  
  Thank you, rob )
  
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Judi Lynn on May 7, 2017 at 2:02 pm said:

Beautiful image and poem!

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- ksbeth on May 7, 2017 at 7:29 pm said:
  
  thanks, judi –
  
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Chatter Master on May 7, 2017 at 6:05 pm said:

Oh Pablo….that felt so nice….

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- ksbeth on May 7, 2017 at 7:30 pm said:
  
  yes –
  
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Eli Pacheco on May 7, 2017 at 9:11 pm said:

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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- ksbeth on May 7, 2017 at 9:27 pm said:
  
  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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reocochran on May 7, 2017 at 10:28 pm said:

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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- ksbeth on May 7, 2017 at 10:39 pm said:
  
  Oh, I’m so glad-
  
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Brenda Davis Harsham on May 8, 2017 at 7:40 am said:

I love Pablo Neruda. Great post!

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- ksbeth on May 8, 2017 at 7:58 am said:
  
  thanks, brenda – me too
  
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meditatingmummy on May 13, 2017 at 12:52 pm said:

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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- ksbeth on May 13, 2017 at 1:41 pm said:
  
  I am as well, even with the English translation-
  
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