Poem of the Week: Los Perdidos Del Bosque, by Pablo Neruda

The Lost Ones of the Forest / Los Perdidos Del Bosque by Pablo Neruda (English translation by William O’Daly)   The Lost Ones of the Forest   I am someone who never made it to the forest, one of those turned back by earth’s winter, headed off by lively scarabs ready to bite or by

Poem of the week: Discoverers of Chile by Pablo Neruda

Discoverers of Chile by Pablo Neruda, translated by Angel Flores   From the north Almagro brought his wrinkled lightning, and over the territory, amid explosion and twilight he bent day and night as over a chart. Shadow of thorns, shadow of thistle and wax the Spaniard united with his dry figure, watching the wounded strategies

Poem of the Week: Keeping Quiet, by Pablo Neruda

Keeping Quiet Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still. For once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; let’s stop for one second and not move our arms so much. It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines; we would all be together

Poem of the Week: “Keeping Quiet” by Pablo Neruda

Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still. For once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; let’s stop for one second, and not move our arms so much. It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines; we would all be together in a