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Are you familiar with the works of Pablo Neruda?

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Ode To Age - Poem by Pablo Neruda

I don't believe in age.
All old people
in their eyes,
a child,
and children,
at times
observe us with the
eyes of wise ancients.
Shall we measure
in meters or kilometers
or months?
How far since you were born?
How long
must you wander
like all men
instead of walking on its surface
we rest below the earth?
To the man, to the woman
who utilized their
energies, goodness, strength,
anger, love, tenderness,
to those who truly
and in their sensuality matured,
let us not apply
the measure
of a time
that may be
something else, a mineral
mantle, a solar
bird, a flower,
something, maybe,
but not a measure.
Time, metal
or bird, long
petiolate flower,
man's life,
shower him
with blossoms
and with
or with hidden sun.
I proclaim you
not shroud,
a pristine
with treads
of air,
a suit lovingly
through springtimes
around the world.
time, I roll you up,
I deposit you in my
bait box
and I am off to fish
with your long line
the fishes of the dawn!

translated from the Spanish by Margaret Sayers Peden
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yes he's an amazing poet ^^
DanielChristensen · 41-45, M
I find his works so inspiring. He makes my poetry look like prose.
BlueMetalChick · 26-30, F
Didn't he write that poem about socks?
DanielChristensen · 41-45, M
lol yes.

Ode To My Socks by Pablo Neruda

Mara Mori brought me
a pair of socks
which she knitted herself
with her sheepherder's hands,
two socks as soft as rabbits.
I slipped my feet into them
as if they were two cases
knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin,
Violent socks,
my feet were two fish made of wool,
two long sharks
sea blue, shot through
by one golden thread,
two immense blackbirds,
two cannons,
my feet were honored in this way
by these heavenly socks.
They were so handsome for the first time
my feet seemed to me unacceptable
like two decrepit firemen,
firemen unworthy of that woven fire,
of those glowing socks.

Nevertheless, I resisted the sharp temptation
to save them somewhere as schoolboys
keep fireflies,
as learned men collect
sacred texts,
I resisted the mad impulse to put them
in a golden cage and each day give them
birdseed and pieces of pink melon.
Like explorers in the jungle
who hand over the very rare green deer
to the spit and eat it with remorse,
I stretched out my feet and pulled on
the magnificent socks and then my shoes.

The moral of my ode is this:
beauty is twice beauty
and what is good is doubly good
when it is a matter of two socks
made of wool in winter.
BlueMetalChick · 26-30, F
@DanielChristensen: I remember reading that in school. The line about putting the socks in a golden cage and feeding them melon chunks was my favorite.
DanielChristensen · 41-45, M
I recently read a 900 + page collection of his works. I feel like the way he sees things is unparalleled. My works are passionate, but his imagination makes my works look drab.
PoetryNEmotion · 56-60, F
It is one of my greatest honours to have been compared to Neruda. On a few of my best poems. I love his sense and his flow. And his imagery too. Mmmmmmmmmm...
DanielChristensen · 41-45, M
That is quite an honor. He was amazing.
QueenOfSmiles · 41-45, F
He was brilliant.
DanielChristensen · 41-45, M
I find his works so inspiring. He was an absolute master. As a writer, I am not fit to untie the latchet of his sandals.

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