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Summer Reading: Pablo Neruda
FRED RYAN Aylmer, Quebec
Summer reading: Pablo Neruda
When I was supposed to be raising sheep I was reading Pablo Neruda. Now I am producing newspapers And still reading Pablo Neruda. Staring into a fire, is what it's like, This Neruda, a stick to humanity's flames And the grit of its unions, the feelings That fly like fish across the surface of its great sea, This is his language, the freshness Of wind from the ocean, his images Plus the gulls, seashells, the rocks Cutting the coast, dissecting the very waves Whence we came Into its founding metaphors. How sea-like This Pablo Neruda, this deep-water poet, This king of its retreating foam.
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