Monday, 29 February 2016

I drink the wine of language

Through this blog, I will be celebrating how authors and poets use the written word to weave worlds of wonder. So what better way to start this blog than a dedication to that wondrous wine of words?


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The Word by Pablo Neruda


The word was born
in the blood,
it grew in the dark body, pulsing,
and took flight with the lips and mouth.....

Later on, meaning fills the word.
It stayed pregnant and was filled with lives,
everything was births and sounds:
affirmation, clarity, strength,
negation, destruction, death:
the name took on all the powers.......

I take the word and move
through it, as if it were
only a human form,
its lines delight me and I sail
in each resonance of language.........

I drink to the word, raising
a word or crystalline cup,
in it I drink
the wine of language.

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My thoughts:

No other poem expresses the wonder, the power, and the ferocity of the written word better - from the moment when a writer or a poet gives it birth to the moment when it takes on a life of its own, creating myriad worlds of light and darkness, hope and despair.

5 comments:

  1. Very lovely poem and just the right thing for your blog:)

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  2. Thank you :) Yup..it sets the context!

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  3. A flying start indeed. Keep soaring higher!

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  4. A flying start indeed. Keep soaring higher!

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  5. Thank you so much for encouraging me! Glad you liked it :)

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