Friday, November 19, 2010

Poet's Obligation

To whoever is not listening to the sea
this Friday morning, to whoever is cooped up
in house or office, factory or woman
or street or mine or harsh 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 great fragment of thunder sets in motion
the rumble of the planet and the foam,
the raucous rivers of the ocean flood,
the star vibrates swiftly in its corona,
and the sea is beating, dying and continuing.

So, drawn on by my destiny,
I ceaselessly must listen to and keep
the sea's lamenting in my awareness,
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 autumn's castigation,
I may be there with an errant wave,
I may move, passing through windows,
and hearing me, eyes will glance upward
saying 'How can I reach the sea?'
And I shall broadcast, saying nothing,
the starry echoes of the wave,
a breaking up of foam and quicksand,
a rustling of salt withdrawing,
the grey cry of the sea-birds on the coast.

So, through me, freedom and the sea
will make their answer to the shuttered heart.

Pablo Neruda


Luísa said...

What an amazing poem by Pablo Neruda. Absolutely beautiful match Thinker! I missed our blog :)

Cécile said...

Glad you are back!

thinker said...

Happy you liked it Luisa, the photo is amazing ,i love its beautiful simplicity, so i had to find an appropriately beautiful poem as a match for it:)

Hi Cecile, i am very happy that we've started the blog again, really enjoyed these first two matches :)

Luísa said...

happy to seeing you around Cécile :)