It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.

When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography -
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.

by Pablo Neruda

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Comments (5)

A great start with a nice poem, Ghazala. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
I did not know that u r a poet too. Something we have in common. I write poems too but only when I am sad or feeling low. Well composed poem. A good tribute to your dad
yup touching and nice. I loved the topic and indeed the treatment. nicely written and well managed. good work
It was a real pleasure to read this masterpiece and I am so moved as I can relate to this lovely poem.Keep up the good work and may god bless you! ! ! ! !
moving poem; relive the moments i was with my dad and after his demise...great poem