Thursday, October 03, 2013

i'm starting to love poetry

I'm starting to love poetry. It's something I somehow missed the boat on. I never really understood it, never really understood how to read it. Poems always seem to take a long time to get to the point. And then you still have to decode them. Clearly, I have a problem with needing to do things fast. Anyway, what I am starting to appreciate about poetry is that you have to read a poem slowly. Poems force me to slow down. 

Here is a poem by Pablo Neruda. Although I am not an avid reader of poetry, I have always enjoyed Pablo Neruda:

The days aren't discarded or collected, they are bees
that burned with sweetness or maddened
the sting: the struggle continues,
the journeys go and come between honey and pain.
No, the net of the years doesn't unweave: there is no net.
They don't fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.
Sleep doesn't divide life into halves,
or action, or silence, or honor:
life is like a stone, a single motion,
a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,
an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal
that climbs or descends burning in your bones. 

Pablo Neruda - Still Another Day, XVIII

4 comments:

Caleb said...

Yes! I originally started reading poetry when I was younger because I was lazy, and it didn't take as long as a book. Now it's a past time for me.

Someone posted this on my FB wall, and I just love it:

Those Winter Sundays

by Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?

Andrea said...

That is so beautiful- I love it. Wow.

Andrea said...

"of love's austere and lonely offices." So good.

Caleb said...

I know, right? I was like- what