Neruda

at that age I was summoned

 

abruptly

it touched me

 

violent ...

 

i was without

words

 

i was without

winter fires

 

it touched me

and

poetry arrived.

taken from neruda's poem 'poetry'

◄ Poetry and Mental Health

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