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Monday, 27 July 2009

ODE TO A LARGE TUNA IN THE MARKET

Ode to a Large Tuna in the Market



Among the market greens,
a bullet
from the ocean
depths,
a swimming
projectile,
I saw you,
dead.


All around you
were lettuces,
sea foamof the earth,
carrots,
grapes,
but
of the ocean
truth,
of the unknown,
of the
unfathomable
shadow, the
depths
of the sea,
the abyss,
only you had survived,
a pitch-black,
varnished
witness
to deepest night.


Only you, well-aimed
dark bullet
from the abyss,
mangled
at one tip,
but constantly
reborn,
at anchor in the current,
winged fins
windmilling
in the swift
flight
of
the
marine
shadow,
a mourning arrow,
dart of the sea,
olive, oily fish.
I saw you dead,
a deceased king
of my own ocean,
green
assault, silver
submarine fir,
seed
of seaquakes,
now
only dead remains,
yet
in all the market
yours
was the only
purposeful form
amid
the bewildering rout
of nature;
amid the fragile greens
you were
a solitary ship,
armedamong the vegetables
fin and prow black and oiled,
as if you were still
the vessel of the wind,
the one and only
pure
ocean
machine:
unflawed, navigating
the waters of death.


Pablo Neruda

In tribute to Franz who was looking for him at the bottom of the sea ... Franz was buried in the waters of the Ocean after his early death due to kidneys disease .

4 comments:

Felinità said...

Un pensiero oceanico per Franz.
A thoughts of ocean for Franz.
Hello dear Elaine.

the cool arts said...

Helene, belle cette photo de vous et votre bien-aimé chat, je ne savais pas ce poème de Neruda

massimo said...

Splendido Tiger, bella donna, la poesia è bellissima.

Eva ErA said...

Hola Elaine...me encanta Franz y sus ojos.