|Pablo Neruda helps me hang my laundry|
Last week some of my friends and I celebrated Bring A Poet to Work Day . I ended up choosing Pablo Neruda. What I loved about this day was the way it made feel a lot like a little kid again. I loved finding inspiration just by carrying around my little paper poet.
"A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly." -Pablo Neruda
By Pablo Neruda
It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.
When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography -
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.