Autumn Butterfly
Pablo Neruda
The butterfly dances
and burns – with the sun – sometimes,
flits and flies flaring in a swirl,
now still,
on a leaf that rocks it.
They said, “You have nothing.
Not this sickness. You persist.”
I said nothing either.
And it is past the hour of the harvest.
Today a hand of anguish
filled the autumn sky.
And into my soul the fall leaves pushed.
They said, “You have nothing.
Not this sickness. You persist.”
It was the hour of the scythe.
The sun, now,
convalesced.
Everything leaves this life, my friends.
It leaves or perishes.
It leaves the hand that beckons.
It leaves or perishes.
It leaves the rose you loosen.
And the mouth that gives you a kiss.
Water, shadow and vase.
It leaves or perishes.
It is past the hour of the scythe.
The sun, now, convalesced.
Its warm tongue enveloped me.
And then I said: “-You persist.”
The butterfly dances,
shudders,
disappears.
Bellissimi colori, splendide farfalle 🙂
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Bella Simona, grazie. 🙂
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Amo Neruda e le tue foto non sono da meno 😃!
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Grazie. 🙂
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wonderfully soaring!
memories of when
so many butterflys
covered nearby fields 🙂
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So beautifully said
your memories when
your butterflies
were abundant. 🙂
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Two of my favorite things, poetry by Neruda and butterflies! thank you Maverick 🙂
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I’m glad you liked it Holly. 🙂
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🙂
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Perfect for the autumn equinox!
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Thanks, I think officially the equinox begins tonight at 8:54 p.m. cst. 🙂
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Loved the poem and your perfect illustrations 🙂
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Thanks Tiny, good to see you back. 🙂
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What a beautiful poem! I have a thing with butterflies so I really connected with it! Thanks so much for sharing – the pictures are amazing too!
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You’re very kind, thanks M.B. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Peter "Just Loves Flying".
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