Pablo Neruda
About six or eight weeks ago, just after we moved into the new digs, I started reading our fetus Pablo Neruda poetry. I found the poem "The Son" and hung this excerpt on the door to our Pablo's room:
"Like a great storm
we shook
the tree of life
down to the innermost
fibres of the roots
and you appear now
singing in the foliage
in the highest branch
that with you we reach"
That says it all.
"Like a great storm
we shook
the tree of life
down to the innermost
fibres of the roots
and you appear now
singing in the foliage
in the highest branch
that with you we reach"
That says it all.
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