It’s National Poetry Month! As usual, I had great ambitions—I would post a snippet from a favorite poem every day during the month of April! In this parallel universe where I have time, I would make a tumblr with photos related to the poems! I didn’t really even entertain the idea that I’d get the tumblr going (The Academy of American Poets does this better than I could anyhow). But I did think I might manage the poems. However, here it is, April 2nd, and obviously I didn’t start yesterday. So, let’s go with imperfect intentions and still get a wonderful poem out there.
I have a great fondness for Pablo Neruda, and also, I’ll confess, some envy. How does Neruda manage to use the word “love” so often and get away with it? I know, I know, it’s the wool socks. I love so many of his poems it’s hard to choose: “Ode to My Socks” and “Ode to the Cat” are two that make me swoon with the desire to have written them myself, but his love poems just make me swoon. My husband knows this, as you can see from my last Valentine’s present.
Here, then, the first few lines of “In You the Earth” from Neruda’s Love Poems.
tiny and naked,
as though you would fit
in one of my hands . . .
Whew. And yes, bring on the honeysuckle.