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.

by Pablo Neruda

Comments (12)

Hamsters should really live in the forest! ! !
Ainsley es terrible! Puesto de tacos de Pablo es más alta! If you no understadn use Google translat
Tacos on 30% discount at ainsleys taco stall
Nice poem....i do enjoy
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