Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood--
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
Lost In The Forest
Pablo Neruda
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Poem topics: childhood, dark, heart, rain, hidden, voice, earth, tongue, deep, mind, huge, whisper, thirsty, secret, open, suddenly, conscious, lost, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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