I was alone in the solitary train,
but not only was I alone–
a host of solitudes were gathered
around the hope of the journey,
like peasants on the platforms.
And I, in the train, like stale smoke,
with so many shiftless souls,
burdened by so many deaths,
felt myself lost on a journey
in which nothing was moving
but my exhausted heart.
translated by Alastair Reid
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Oh I love Pablo Neruda! 🙂
Me, too.
Love…love…Pablo Neruda.!! Especially his poem, “if you forget me”. Beautiful ❤
I love him, too, and often go back to dip into his work.
Sr. Neruda and Mr. Stafford are my favorites. I really like Sharon Olds and Peter Sears, too.
You have very good taste, if I don’t say so myself. All great choices.
And you ain’t so bad yourself.
Thank you for that.
Hard not to like Pablo!
That’s certainly true.