Jason Ryberg's Blog, page 4
June 18, 2012
(ANOTHER) POEM OF THE DAY BY PABLO NERUDA
ODE TO SUMMER
Summer, red violin,clear cloud,
the humof a sawor cicadasannounce your arrival.The heavensarchto a smoothness,lucent as an eye,and below your gaze,summer, you arean infinite sky-fish,shameless messengerof praise,lazy,sleepy-eyed one,little bee belly,mischievoussun,terrible paternal sun,sweaty as a toiling ox,and the scorching sunin one’s head is like a sudden blow,sun of thirstcrossing the sand,summer,desert sea.The sulfurminerdripsyellow sweat,the aviatormaps,ray by ray,the celestial sun,darkenedsweatslipsdown a foreheadinto the eyes;at Lota,the minerscrubshis blackened forehead.Seed bedsburn,wheatrustlesblue insects seekshade,touchrefreshment,dive headlonginto diamonds.Oh lushsummer,ripeapplecart,verdantstrawberry mouth,lips of wild plum,roads of tenderdust on dust,midday coppery reddrum.In the afternoon, firerests,air makes cloverdance; it entersthe deserted factory:a fresh starrisesin the cloudysky.A summer nightsizzles without burning.
-Pablo Neruda
Summer, red violin,clear cloud,
the humof a sawor cicadasannounce your arrival.The heavensarchto a smoothness,lucent as an eye,and below your gaze,summer, you arean infinite sky-fish,shameless messengerof praise,lazy,sleepy-eyed one,little bee belly,mischievoussun,terrible paternal sun,sweaty as a toiling ox,and the scorching sunin one’s head is like a sudden blow,sun of thirstcrossing the sand,summer,desert sea.The sulfurminerdripsyellow sweat,the aviatormaps,ray by ray,the celestial sun,darkenedsweatslipsdown a foreheadinto the eyes;at Lota,the minerscrubshis blackened forehead.Seed bedsburn,wheatrustlesblue insects seekshade,touchrefreshment,dive headlonginto diamonds.Oh lushsummer,ripeapplecart,verdantstrawberry mouth,lips of wild plum,roads of tenderdust on dust,midday coppery reddrum.In the afternoon, firerests,air makes cloverdance; it entersthe deserted factory:a fresh starrisesin the cloudysky.A summer nightsizzles without burning.
-Pablo Neruda
