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a new poem experiment inspired by, & in honor of, Pablo Neruda

May. 17th, 2017 | 10:42 pm

process/form: approximately one poem per day, written on impulse without revisions, mimicking the basics of Neruda's form within "The Book of Questions."

about Neruda & "The Book of Questions":
"The Anglo-Saxon root of the word "question" is kuere, which meant to ask or seek, hence to gain or win. In Latin, it was quaerere and questum; in English it became quaestor and later "quest," "inquest," and "question." Other off-shoots of the root became "conquest," "inquire," and "acquire."

Neruda is interested in inquiring about the nature of things, a process initiated by asking questions rooted in experience, offering us what he intuits as true and does not understand. Rather than remain in control, he submerges himself in not-knowing, in the unknowable questions that enter the imagination. The poet is intent on distinguishing between what he believes in his heart and soul (gnosis), and received patterns of thinking and feeling that limit imagination and growth."
-- William O'Daly

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Sep. 20th, 2009 | 11:53 pm

Could the song you were born to
be the song of the earth?

Could magnolia blooms sweep
through the window while you sleep?

Could the murmur of starlings
herald anything less than a chance?

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Apr. 16th, 2009 | 04:09 pm

What world beyond
the widowed frame?

How was is the frame to stand
without someone to rest their head
against the pane?

Does deepest pain not tell you
'Look away'?

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Jan. 25th, 2009 | 03:43 pm

Is it possible to love
only one taste,

only summer
or only spring?

To love only afternoon?
To live without

the color gray,
or hesitation?

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Jan. 8th, 2009 | 01:12 pm

What unfolding murmuration
occurs in the cold

field of your palm
& crease of your eye?

could you could you
could you love me

could you love me like a rough draft?

how closely
cuts this horoscope?

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Nov. 13th, 2008 | 10:38 pm

What meaning has a life
lived without risk?

What meaning has a risk without passion ?

What meaning has faith without
despair to push against its edges?

Can't you feel birth & death
singing within your pulse?

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Nov. 2nd, 2008 | 10:19 pm

If silence in music
& breath in poetry is

what lends itself to beauty,
do we not understand

the same of love?

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Nov. 1st, 2008 | 11:36 pm

Why did I drag wet leaves
over my sleeping child?

Why does absence
overgrow gardens?

When did I stop
writing with my blood?

Who can tell
the stillness in me,

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Nov. 1st, 2008 | 09:54 am

Desire, won't you slip
off your silver heels & sleep?

Will you cease your breathless
whisper, your desperate promise?

Why did you plant
a tiger in my hipbones?

Why did you leave
the arms of my Love?

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Oct. 29th, 2008 | 12:24 am

Were you tornado
or hurricane to my heart?

Was it your hands of wood or words
of glass that splintered?

Was I the hammer thrown
the rock tossed to your open body?

Have the shreds of our letters
begun to blow against your doorstep?

Is all we share now regret?

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