Lizards in the Leaves

Rustlings in the green....imagination, art, whimsy

Feb 4, 2007

Poem dedicated to Brigid

A little late, since this was to take place on Brigid's day, February 2nd. But I didn't find out about the Second Annual Brigid In Cyberspace Silent Poetry Reading until just now. (Note to self: Read Yarn Harlot regularly! )

I've been thinking of this poem a lot lately-in fact, I actually re-read it on the 2nd!
It's one of my favorite poems by my favorite poet, Pablo Neruda.

I dedicate this reading to Brigid (to whom I have always dedicated my art and this blog and I don't think she gives a fig it's 2 calendar days late....)


We have to discard the past
and, as one builds
floor by floor, window by window,
and the building rises,
so do we go on throwing down
first, broken tiles,
then pompous doors,
until out of the past
dust rises
as if to crash
against the floor,
smoke rises
as if to catch fire,
and each new day
it gleams
like an empty
There is nothing, there is always nothing.
It has to be filled
with a new, fruitful
then downward
tumbles yesterday
as in a well
falls yesterday's water,
into the cistern
of all still without voice or fire.
It is difficult to teach bones
to disappear,
to teach eyes
to close
we do it
It was all alive,
alive, alive, alive
like a scarlet fish
but time
passed over its dark cloth
and the flash of the fish
drowned and disappeared.
Water water water
the past goes on falling
still a tangle
of bones
and of roots;
it has been, it has been, and now
memories mean nothing.
Now the heavy eyelid
covers the light of the eye
and what was once living
now no longer lives;
what we were, we are not.
And with words, although the letters
still have transparency and sound,
they change, and the mouth changes;
the same mouth is now another mouth;
they change, lips, skin, circulation;
another being has occupied our skeleton;
what once was in us now is not.
It has gone, but if they call, we reply;
"I am here," knowing we are not,
that what once was, was and is lost,
is lost in the past, and now will not return.
---Pablo Neruda



At 2/4/07, 9:43 PM, Blogger deborahoak said...

thank you. I'm amazed at the poetry...and even more amazed at the fabuluous sites/people I'm connecting to for the first time. what a blessing!!!

At 2/7/07, 8:56 AM, Blogger Amelia said...

I loved your poem and I love your knitting! Keep it up sister!


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