Pablo Neruda wrote this lovely poem which reminds me of the words I speak or write. They carry messages to others who cannot find their way out to the world. It is the poet’s obligation to observe and record with each sense the world he or she lives in. I think in the busy world we live in it is increasingly important we are each a poet and carry messages to the shrouded heart.
To whoever is not listening to the sea
this Friday morning, to who ever is cooped up
in house or office, factory or woman
or street or mine or dry prison cell,
to him I come, and without speaking or looking
I arrive and open the door of his prison,
and a vibration starts up, vague and insistent,
a long rumble of thunder adds itself
to the weigh of the planet and the foam,
the groaning rivers of the ocean rise,
the star vibrates quickly in its corona
and the sea beats, dies, and goes on beating.
So. Drawn on by my destiny,
I ceaselessly must listen to and keep
the sea’s lamenting in my consciousness,
I must feel the crash of the hard water
and gather it up in a perpetual cup
so that, wherever those in prison may be,
wherever they suffer the sentence of the autumn,
I may be present with an errant wave,
I may move in and out of the windows,
and hearing me, eyes may lift themselves,
asking “How can I reach the sea?”
And I will pass to them, saying nothing,
the starry echoes of the wave,
a breaking up of foam and quicksand,
a rustling of salt withdrawing itself,
the gray cry of sea birds on the coast.
So, though me, freedom and the sea
will call in answer to the shrouded heart.
ivonprefontaine
Teacher as Transformer 
Beautiful poem and post, my friend.
Thank you Russ.
Neruda knows how to use words.
He certainly does Lou.
Well, if that don’t say it, I don’t know what does. Brilliant poem.
Thank you Elizabeth.
Bonjour Yvon! Excellent choice… J’aime bcp Pablo, mais en espagnol… 🙂 C’est l’un de mes poètes préférés depuis les années d’université. Mille merci pour tes “haltes” @”playground”, désolée de ne pas passer chez toi plus souvent, mais la vie réelle ne m’en laisse pas le temps… 🙂 (c’est pour ça sue je ne suis abonnée à aucun blog!)
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Amitiés toulousaines ensoleillées, bonne santé et bonne chance dans toutes tes activités…
A bientôt! Mélanie
Melanie, thank you for a beautiful comment. I enjoy stopping and visiting Playground. It has many wonderful images and text. I appreciate whenever you can stop by. You leave such wonderful comments.
Have a good day and take care.
Ivon
thank you for posting that poem, i hadn’t quite considered the ‘obligation’ as a person who writes poetry, you’ve given me somethings to ponder. and i wanted to thank you as well for liking ‘whole’ today on 20 lines, encouragement is always really appreciated.
Thank you on many levels for your wonderful comments.
…you are most welcome..
Beautiful post with one of my favorite poems. Thank you for the inspiring reminder.
You are welcome.
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