Monday, March 22, 2010

Poem for Monday

An Excerpt from 
Strangers on the Shore
And so I have to learn
to swim inside my dreams
in case the sea should come
and visit me in my sleep.
And if that happens, all will be well,
and when tomorrow stirs
on the wet stones, the sand
and the greatest resounding sway of sea 
will know who I am and why I return,
will accept me into their school.

And I can be content again
in the solitude of the sand,
graduated by the wind
and respected by the sea-world.

I've never been to Chile but 
love it dearly just by reading
Pablo Neruda's poems.
Here are some links for relief
donations for Chile-
Red Cross

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