Long time no post

So yes, it has been a while since I've written on here. Somehow, I was just unable to let or make myself do so. I worked some things out in my own space, rather than cyber space. Which is good. Time for a Pablo Neruda piece of beauty. I'm pondering which to share. He is not just a poet with a few wonderful pieces; he has multitudes of amazing, powerful, and insightful poems. He was such an intense man, and ever so interesting.

The website from which I am trying to copy today's poem is incredibly slow, so I digress. I've been extremely tired all week, but only when I am at home. As soon as I arrive home in the evening, I become sleepy and count down the hours till bed. Then I lay down early. The reverse occurs in the morning. I keep waking up around 6 or so, completely awake and ready to go, but unable to get out of bed (except of course, for this morning's toe-stubbing bathroom trip, which is still killing me), so I lay there for a good hour or so before dragging myself up. I suppose these are luxuries I am afforded now that school is out and I don't have a billion things to constantly do that are shouting at me.

Today the English version alone will have to suffice.

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