Can I share with you one of my favorite poems of life? A love poem that I have loved since the first time I read it, partially for the words and partially for the little girl I used to be, pretending she didn’t secretly wish for a love story…
Pablo Neruda is one of my favorite poets, there is no doubt about that. He was a Chilean man, born in Parral in 1904 who one the Nobel Prize for literature in 1973. The poem I am so incredibly enamored by is a three part poem called “Ode and Burgeonings”. Today I want to share Part I with you and throughout the week I will share the rest. I have read this poem in full many times, but I think its sometimes good to break things down and appreciate them for their individual parts.
Ode and Burgeonings
The taste of your mouth and the color of your skin,
skin, mouth, fruit of these swift days,
tell me, were they always beside you
through years and journeys and moons and suns
and earth and weeping and rain and joy
or is it only now that they come from your roots,
only as water brings to the dry earth
burgeonings that it did not know,
or as to the lips of the forgotten jug,
the taste of the dry earth rises in the water?
I don’t know, don’t tell me, you don’t know.
Nobody know these things.
But bringing all my senses close
to the light of your skin, you disappear,
you melt like the acid aroma of fruit
and the heat of the road,
and the smell of corn being stripped,
the honeysuckle of the pure afternoon,
the names of the earth,
the infinite perfume of our country:
magnolia and thicket, blood and flour,
the gallop of horses,
the village’s dusty moon,
ah from your skin everything comes back to my mouth,
comes back to my heart, comes back to my body,
and with you I become again
the earth that you are:
you are deep spring in me:
in you I know again how I am born.
To read Part II, click here.