Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Ode to the Sea

Ode to the Sea by Pablo Neruda

Surrounding the island
There's sea.
But what sea?
It's always overflowing.
Says yes,
Then no,
Then no again,
And no,
Says yes
In blue
In sea spray
Says no
And no again.
It can't be still.

It stammers
My name is sea.
It slaps the rocks
And when they aren't convinced,
Strokes them
And soaks them
And smothers them with kisses.

With seven green tongues
Of seven green dogs
Or seven green tigers
Or seven green seas,
Beating its chest,
Stammering its name,
Oh Sea, This is your name.
Oh comrade ocean,
Don't waste time
Or water
Getting so upset
Help us instead.

We are meager fishermen,
Men from the shore
Who are hungry and cold
And you're our foe.
Don't beat so hard,
Don't shout so loud,
Open your green coffers,
Place gifts of silver in our hands.
Give us this day our daily fish.

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1 comment:

  1. Neruda's odes are some of my favorite poems around. His ode to tomatoes is beautiful (I really like tomatoes) and who can forget anyone who writes an ode to socks. If you're a huge fan like myself, check out http://www.redpoppy.net/pablo_neruda.php for a project that might interest you.



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