lost (a found poem)

in forest,
a dark twig
lifted its whisper

my lips,
voice crying
cracked, torn

secret hidden by
muffled, moist leaves

waken from
dreaming, drifting
fragrance of conscious

mind roots
i left behind, lost,
wounded by wandering


“Found”poem taken from Pablo Neruda’s “Lost in the Forest”:

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.


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