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  • Ode to Bicycles
  • simonralli2
    Member

    I don’t think we’ve done this one. It’s a poem by Chile’s most famous poet, Pablo Neruda

    A bit of culture on a Friday night!

    Ode to Bicycles

    I was walking
    down
    a sizzling road:
    the sun popped like
    a field of blazing maize,
    the
    earth
    was hot,
    an infinite circle
    with an empty
    blue sky overhead.

    A few bicycles
    passed
    me by,
    the only
    insects
    in
    that dry
    moment of summer,
    silent,
    swift,
    translucent;
    they
    barely stirred
    the air.

    Workers and girls
    were riding to their
    factories,
    giving
    their eyes
    to summer,
    their heads to the sky,
    sitting on the
    hard
    beetle backs
    of the whirling
    bicycles
    that whirred
    as they rode by
    bridges, rosebushes, brambles
    and midday.

    I thought about evening when the boys
    wash up,
    sing, eat, raise
    a cup
    of wine
    in honor
    of love
    and life,
    and waiting
    at the door,
    the bicycle,
    stilled,
    because
    only moving
    does it have a soul,
    and fallen there
    it isn’t
    a translucent insect
    humming
    through summer
    but
    a cold
    skeleton
    that will return to
    life
    only
    when it’s needed,
    when it’s light,
    that is,
    with
    the
    resurrection
    of each day.

    mamadirt
    Member

    I like that . . .

    and waiting
    at the door,
    the bicycle,
    stilled,
    because
    only moving
    does it have a soul

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