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    Photo: @mattbroadwin

Photo: @mattbroadwin

I seem to be bingeing on Pablo Neruda's poetry these days! I just had to share this. It's simply divine. From Neruda's 'Selected Poems', a poem plainly titled 'Poetry' (La poesía), exploring Neruda's revelation about being a poet, about wanting to write poetry, the tentative first lines, and how it made him feel.  

The third stanza is stunning:

And I, infinitesimal being,

drunk with the great starry

void,

likeness, image of

mystery,

felt myself a pure part

of the abyss,

I wheeled with the stars,

my heart broke loose on the wind.