Ranunculus, 2018
This is the beginning of the poem:
A man says yes without knowing
how to decide even what the question is,
and is caught up, and then is carried along
and never again escapes from his own cocoon;
and that’s how we are, forever falling
into the deep well of other beings;
and one thread wraps itself around our necks,
another entwines a foot, and then it is impossible,
impossible to move except in the well —
nobody can rescue us from other people.
But this is just an excerpt. If you'd like to find the rest of this poem, and I think you should, I'm aware of a few options.
You can locate a copy of Neruda's book of poems, Extravagaria, and read it there. If you subscribe to The Paris Review, you can read this poem on their website. If you prefer someone read it to you, you are in luck. You can listen to The Paris Review's podcast, Episode 11, (also on their website, no subscription necessary) at the 01:22 mark and hear this poem in its entirety. Alternatively, if you can track down a copy of their Spring 1974 issue, you'll find this poem in print.
Enjoy.
And here I am at the turn of spring into summer, reading this. And I found it because I came here looking. I'm entangled in the writing and I can't even select out a few words to explain why it means so much because it needs all of the words. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteWishing you the best with your writing, Kate. I often find poetry helpful.
ReplyDeletePoetry always is the bearing. One of the reasons I will always come back is because you have that as part of your compass.
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