I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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14 June 2017

Neruda in the Rain

I am lunching at a window
overlooking rainy Murwillumbah,
reading a book about young Pablo Neruda
writing poetry to the tune of the rain.

He loved the sound of the rain, we are told,
even while hating the rain. I too
am not enamoured of the bleak wet
but find strange comfort in the rhythmic sounds.

But I don't want to be Neruda,
even as I envy his words their liquid music.
I want to be me, living where I am, in my life 
that has been as rich as his in love.

Almost as rich as his in travel, art,
engagement; probably even richer
in its plethora of dear, true friends. I love to be 
me, reading about Neruda, and reading Neruda.

Submitted for The Tuesday Platform June 13 2017 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.


  1. Ah, the poetic significance of rain is vital. And we shouldn't want to be our favorite poets; that stands true because every voice is unique and individual in its own right. I am glad that you want to be you and in this circumstance share words as beautiful as yours.

  2. How the rain keeps spawning poetry- from Neruda to his readers!!

  3. I too love Neruda but could not compare to his or your rich love of life - this has to be one of my favourite of your poems

    1. Oh, what a nice thing to say! Thank you.

  4. Poetic and practical. I agree!

  5. This really good. (you had a grand life too)