Fourteenth Thursday Literary Lines
Written on 2007-08-23 14:20:25
More Neruda today, the end of his poem Autumn Testament, from the work "Extravagaria".If you all really like it I'll be happy to post the full text to Autumn Testament which numbers a few pages...
From having been born so often
I have salty experience
like creatures of the sea
with a passion for stars
and an earthy destination.
And so I move without knowing
to which world I'll be returning
or if I'll go on living.
While things are settling down,
here I've left my testament,
my shifting extravagaria,
so whoever goes on reading it
will never take in anything
except the constant moving
of a clear and bewildered man,
a man rainy and happy,
lively and autumn-minded.
And now I'm going behind
this page, but not disappearing.
I'll dive into clear air
like a swimmer in the sky,
and then get back to growing
till one day I'm so small
that the wind will take me away
and I won't know my own name
and I won't be there when I wake.
Then I will sing in the silence.
Unless otherwise credited all material 
by Brit Butler 