I seriously adore poetry

This freaking amazing handmade postcard came from one of the fabulous people over at sendsomething.

I have to say I love poetry.

Love it!

Every day with mail in my mailbox is awesome, but every day with a bit of mail and poetry, is on an even higher level.

This poem from Neruda was an incredible gift on the handmade postcard. I was very happy to get it on a bright mailbox day.

Your breast is enough for my heart,
and my wings for your freedom.
What was sleeping above your soul will rise
out of my mouth to heaven.

In you is the illusion of each day.
You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers.
You undermine the horizon with your absence.
Eternally in flight like the wave.

I have said that you sang in the wind
like the pines and like the masts.
Like them you are tall and taciturn,
and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.

You gather things to you like an old road.
You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices.
I awoke and at times the birds fled and migrated
that had been sleeping in your soul.
—Pablo Neruda

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1 Response to I seriously adore poetry

  1. phonelady says:

    what a nice thing to have found in your mailbox.

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