Still Another Day by Pablo Neruda

Art, Literature & Life

Today is just another day, but I wish you all a beautiful one.  So, enjoy with this enchanting words by one of my favourite poets.

STILL ANOTHER DAY

by Pablo Neruda

XVIII

The days aren’t discarded or collected, they are bees
that burned with sweetness or maddened
the sting: the struggle continues,
the journeys go and come between honey and pain.
No, the net of the years doesn’t unweave: there is no net.
They don’t fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.
Sleep doesn’t divide life into halves,
or action, or silence, or honor:
life is like a stone, a single motion,
a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,
an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal
that climbs or descends burning in your bones.

(trans. William O’Daly) Copper Canyon Press: Port Townsend, 1984.

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de Pablo Neruda

Pluviôse, irrité contre la ville entière,
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A wanderer who has found home in the South of France.
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2 Responses to Still Another Day by Pablo Neruda

  1. MarinaSofia says:

    Just what I needed to read today. Thank you!

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