It Is Pablo Neruda Week (It Is A Good Week). Published on 09/16/201009/16/2010 by taylor mardis katz You like? Share!PrintEmailFacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related
Neruda Fires of birds swim from the dust of his feet and he tells me the journey’s just begun. His socks lie warm near my bed next to locomotives of steaming villages in a pot of stones and blue sky. A stream of feathers and clocks ask me where he has gone I tell them he is sleeping in libraries between oranges and melons I tell them tomorrow he will walk in countrysides of mirrors and dreams when they find him their mouths will be filled with canaries a dance of bones will whistle when he is near. Reply
panache, perhaps 
Neruda
Fires of birds
swim from the dust of his feet
and he tells me
the journey’s just begun.
His socks lie warm
near my bed
next to locomotives of steaming villages
in a pot of stones and blue sky.
A stream of feathers and clocks
ask me where he has gone
I tell them
he is sleeping in libraries
between oranges and melons
I tell them
tomorrow he will walk
in countrysides of mirrors and dreams
when they find him
their mouths will be filled with canaries
a dance of bones
will whistle
when he is near.