Neruda, master poet

With thanks to Jessica Perini

… Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when,

…

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

Pablo Neruda, from “Poesia”

Read the full poem here in English translation and the original Spanish:
https://newearthpulse.wordpress.com/2015/07/04/drunk-with-great-starry-void-neruda-spanishenglish/

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