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Kätzchen · 11-26-2012, 09:37 PM

Lost in the Forest

-Pablo Neruda-

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
And lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
Maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
A cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
Deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
A shout muffled by huge autumns,
By the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel sprig
Sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
Climbed up through my conscious mind
As if suddenly the roots I had left behind
Cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood ---
And I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.

11-26-2012, 09:37 PM	#10355
Kätzchen Member How Do You Identify?: As a very feminine woman. Relationship Status: Busy dating a special someone here at home Join Date: May 2010 Location: In a small community Posts: 16,265 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 29,369 Thanked 33,633 Times in 10,725 Posts Rep Power: 21474868	Lost in the Forest -Pablo Neruda- Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig And lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips: Maybe it was the voice of the rain crying, A cracked bell, or a torn heart. Something from far off it seemed Deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth, A shout muffled by huge autumns, By the moist half-open darkness of the leaves. Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel sprig Sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance Climbed up through my conscious mind As if suddenly the roots I had left behind Cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood --- And I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent. __________________ “The way someone treats you is not a reflection of your worth: It’s a reflection of their emotional capacity,” — Jillian Turecki. ”Without justice, democracy dies,” — Jess Michaels (Epstein survivor).