Sunday, April 27, 2008

Poetry by Pablo Neruda


I alway find when poets and writers discuss their own craft fascinating. And to that end, Pablo Neruda.

Pablo Neruda (July 12, 1904–September 23, 1973) was the pen name and, later, legal name of the Chilean writer and politician Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto.

With his works translated into manifold languages, Pablo Neruda is considered one of the greatest and most influential poets of the 20th century. Neruda was accomplished in a variety of styles ranging from erotically charged love poems like his collection Twenty Poems of Love and a Song of Despair, surrealist poems, historical epics, and overtly political manifestos. In 1971 Neruda won the Nobel Prize for Literature, a controversial award because of his political activism. Colombian novelist Gabriel García Márquez once called him "the greatest poet of the 20th century in any language"



Poetry

And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

Celtic Beat Rivals, Hold Out Hope!



Scottish Premier League
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Celtic Park, Glasgow

CELTIC… 3

(McDonald 4, 43, Robson (pen) 70)

RANGERS… 2
(Weir 17, Cousins 29)

CELTIC (4-4-2) Boruc; Hinkel, Caldwell, McManus (O’Dea 66), Naylor; Nakamura, Robson, Hartley (S Brown 83), McGeady; McDonald, Vennegoor of Hesselink (Samaras 68).
Subs: M Brown, Caddis, Donati, Wilson.

RANGERS (4-5-1) Alexander, Broadfoot, Dailly, Weir (Faye 51), Papac; Novo, Ferguson, Hemdani (Darcheville 80), Davis, Whittaker; Cousin.
Subs: Smith, Boyd, Lennon, McMillan, Fleck.

Celtic served up a classic in the final derby match of the season, with Barry Robson’s second-half penalty sealing a remarkable 3-2 comeback victory over their old rivals.

Gordon Strachan’s men came from behind to level in this hard-fought encounter, with Scott McDonald scoring one of the goals of the season to equalise just minutes before half-time.

The result opens up a five-point gap at the top of the league table, though Rangers still have three games in hand.

Article.

Huge result for the Bhoys today, saving a last gasp at a chance for the title. Have to win out now, and get a little help from some other teams. Here's to hoping.

'MON THE HOOPS!

TomC