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Poetry Friday: It is Born by Pablo Neruda

March 9th, 2018 (06:00 am)
hopeful

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Song: The Next Ten Minutes from The Last Five Years

Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning.

- It is Born by Pablo Neruda

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Posted by: Michelle@Today'sLittleDitty (mdhbarnes)
Posted at: March 10th, 2018 02:55 am (UTC)

Gorgeous! Gives whole new meaning to living on the edge, doesn't it?

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: March 10th, 2018 03:25 am (UTC)

That it does! I love the calm and the peace in this poem.

Posted by: Linda Baie (Linda Baie)
Posted at: March 10th, 2018 04:49 am (UTC)

I think Neruda did live on the edge and wrote so much connected to his life. This is a beautifully hopeful poem. Thanks!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: March 10th, 2018 05:00 am (UTC)

It makes me want to go visit the ocean!

Posted by: Mary Lee Hahn (Mary Lee Hahn)
Posted at: March 11th, 2018 12:49 pm (UTC)

The miracle of sunrise, whether you are at the ocean, or landlocked in Ohio!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: March 11th, 2018 04:36 pm (UTC)

May you have the opportunity to visit the shore soon!

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