[Barbara Ann Smith]

While reading through some poetry books I found this
poem that I thought was good. This poem,
eloquently philosophizing Neruda's definition of
poetry, was featured in the award-winning Italian
film I] Postino, in which Pablo Neruda was a central
character.

And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way.

Deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night,the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

I loved this - it kinda describes me, trying
to write something worth reading. I hope each
of you enjoy this! Regards, Barbara