Another Question

See my previous post for more about Pablo Neruda's poems...

XXXIII

And why is the sun such a bad companion
to the traveler in the desert?

And why is the sun so congenial
in the hospital garden?

Are they birds or fish
in these nets of moonlight?

Was it where they lost me
that I finally found myself?

Comments

Anonymous said…
Peace be with you on your journey.
Anonymous said…
I need to go find this book - there is a children's book of a similar idea called "if" - as in "if your teeth were caterpillars..." - the artwork is beautiful
Anonymous said…
here's the link if you're interested - http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/514ECJ2KEZL._SS500_.jpg
Terri said…
EG- cool! Thanks.

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