(My dad recently got me onto Pablo Neruda, his all-time favourite poet. I love the way Pablo describes how…)<\/p>\n
poetry arrived<\/strong>~ pablo neruda<\/em><\/p>\n And it was at that age…Poetry arrived I did not know what to say, my mouth And I, infinitesimal being, (My dad recently got me onto Pablo Neruda, his all-time favourite poet. I love the way Pablo describes how…) poetry arrived<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[212],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11601","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blogalog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11601","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11601"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11601\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11601"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11601"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11601"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
\n it came from, from winter or a river.
\n I don’t know how or when,
\n no, they were not voices, they were not
\n words, nor silence,
\n but from a street I was summoned,
\n from the branches of night,
\n abruptly from the others,
\n among violent fires
\n or returning alone,
\n there I was without a face
\n and it touched me. <\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\n had no way
\n with names
\n my eyes were blind,
\n and something started in my soul,
\n fever or forgotten wings,
\n and I made my own way,
\n deciphering
\n that fire
\n and I wrote the first faint line,
\n faint, without substance, pure
\n nonsense,
\n pure wisdom
\n of someone who knows nothing,
\n and suddenly I saw
\n the heavens
\n unfastened
\n and open,
\n planets,
\n palpitating plantations,
\n shadow perforated,
\n riddled
\n with arrows, fire and flowers,
\n the winding night, the universe.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\n drunk with the great starry
\n void,
\n likeness, image of
\n mystery,
\n I felt myself a pure part
\n of the abyss,
\n I wheeled with the stars,
\n my heart broke free on the open sky.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"