Lovely thoughts on time, aka. something for my fellow poetry geeks out there…

I just flipped open a book of poetry by Pablo Neruda the other day and this excerpt jumped off the page at me.  It was so beautiful I couldn’t help but want to share it.

From “Ode to the Past” by Pablo Neruda, translated by Margaret Sayers Peden


is divided 

into two rivers;


flows backward, devouring

life already lived;

the other

moves forward with you


your life.

For a single second

they may be joined.


This is the moment,

the drop of an instant

that washes away the past.

It is the present

It is in your hands.

Racing, slipping,

Tumbling like a waterfall.

But it is yours.

Help it grow

with love, with firmness,

with stone and flight,

with resounding


with purest grains

the most brilliant metal

from your heart,


in the full light of day

without fear

of truth, goodness, justice,

companions of song,

time that flows

will have the shape

and sound

of a guitar,

and when you want

to bow to the past,

the singing spring of

transparent time

will reveal your wholeness.

Time is joy.


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