The Book of Questions - PABLO NERUDA
I just checked out Pablo Neruda's posthumous collection of short poems, all composed of questions. I LOVE it. I never thought brief musings could be so elegant. But then again, Neruda makes everything sound "right." You will see what I mean...
Here is III:
Tell me, is the rose naked
or is that her only dress?
or is that her only dress?
Why do trees conceal
the splendor of their roots?
Who hears the regrets
of the theiving automobile?
Is there anything in the world sadder
than a train standing in the rain?
My mom tends to her HUGE roses more than she does for me
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