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[katminnaar.livejournal.com]

Lost in the Forest

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood--
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.

--Pablo Neruda

Comments

which collection would I find this in?

[kittenessqueen.livejournal.com]

Neruda is incredible. I have a book of some of his late and posthumously published stuff, but I wonder perhaps if I'm missing out on the earlier works... from which collection did you get this?

Re: which collection would I find this in?

[katminnaar.livejournal.com]

Another LJ user posted it; I swiped it. I'll ask her if you like. :) (I think she watches this community.)