Here's an excerpt from a translation of Pablo Neruda's poem, 'La Poesia' ('Poetry'). I'm enjoying discovering his poems, little by little, because each one says so much!
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 weren't voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street it called me,
from the branches of the night,
abruptly from the others,
among raging fires
or returning alone,
there it was, without a face,
and it touched me.
From 'The Essential Neruda', translation by Alastair Reid
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 weren't voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street it called me,
from the branches of the night,
abruptly from the others,
among raging fires
or returning alone,
there it was, without a face,
and it touched me.
From 'The Essential Neruda', translation by Alastair Reid
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