Pablo Neruda Quotes About Flight

Quotes about: Flight

• In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave.

  Pablo Neruda

  Flower, Dew, Horizon

• I stalk certain words... I catch them in mid-flight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of the dish, they have a crystalline texture to me, vibrant, ivory, vegetable, oily, like fruit, like algae, like agates, like olives... I stir them, I shake them, I drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them... I leave them in my poem like stalactites, like slivers of polished wood, like coals, like pickings from a shipwreck, gifts from the waves... Everything exists in the word.

  Pablo Neruda

  Past, Vegetables, Ivory

• When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?

  Pablo Neruda

  Hands, Flight, Leap

  Pablo Neruda, “Your Hands”

• The word
  was born in the blood,
  grew in the dark body, beating,
  and took flight through the lips and the mouth.
  Farther away and nearer
  still, still it came
  from dead fathers and from wondering races,
  from lands which had turned to stone,
  lands weary of their poor tribes,
  for when grief took to the roads
  the people set out and arrived
  and married new land and water
  to grow their words again.
  And so this is the inheritance;
  this is the wavelength which connects us
  with dead men and the dawning
  of new beings not yet come to light.

  Pablo Neruda

  Father, Grief, Dark

  Pablo Neruda, Ilan Stavans, Robert Bly (2007). “I explain a few things: selected poems”, Farrar Straus & Giroux

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