i kept inshore. i thought i heard
a nightingale.
a blue animal path running across the vast field.
a full moon, a Venus as large as my fist,
a Great Bear and a vaultful of stars
what i saw over the sight was quite
different from what could be seen with the ordinary eye.
my head was clear:
one lacks words to describe what the
deep forest is like at night
when you know the green birds are asleep overhead.
Pablo Neruda
I love this image - so evocative and the same deep wild beauty of the poem that is being shared here to keep it from disappearing 'pon retirement from above banner.
I do lack words to describe the deep forest at night when the green birds are asleep but a few words that come to mind:
dreaming
alive
and dusky.
hmmm.
That there should be mahogany in this world - it is like waking up to dip into such mystical rivers of poems and thoughts and words and worlds. mmm, more please.
1 comment:
oh winnie the pooh evokes sweetness, like gentleness deep within. mmm, I do know what you mean by Mellow Joy...like the kind you feel before you fall asleep on a summer dark blue night with a breeze over you, and the sky studded with stars. oh yes.
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