Thursday, April 20, 2006


How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and it posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings
a series of burnt circles
wich have formed the odd geology
of its sand clored tail.

I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all the fur of time,
with a tongue rough as flint,
with the dry sex of fire;
and after speaking to no one,
stretch myself over the world,
over roofs and landcapes,
with a passionate desire
to hunt the rats in my dreams.

I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate,how the night
flwed trough it like dark water;
and at times,it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted sowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger great granfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops,cloud and volcanoes.

Sleep,sleep cat of the night,
with episcopal ceremony
and your stone carved moustache.
Take care of all your dreams:
control the obscurity
of our slumbering prowess
your relentess heart
and the great ruff of your tail

PABLO NERUDA 1904-1973,chilean poet.Nobel Prize
Book Extravagaria.


Sarah said...

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I am a fan of Miro and appreciate learning of new writers and artists and this blog is an excellent resource. Keep up the great work.


Green Chameleon said...

A great poem... and Miro again...

Jorge Gajardo Rojas said...

Thanks for compliments,but writing in english is a hard task..but rewarding