Friday's Poem

I'm drained of poetry at the moment, but in honor of Poetry Friday, I'm sharing one from Pablo Neruda:  "The Well".   Think of this as an Ode to the blog--which often falls silent for reasons unbeknownst to me. 

The Well

At times you sink, you fall

into your hole of silence,
into your abyss of proud anger,
and you can scarcely
return, still bearing remnants
of what you found
in the depth of your existence.

My love, what do you find
in your closed well?
Seaweed, swamps, rocks?
What do you see with blind eyes,
bitter and wounded?

Darling, you will not find
in the well into which you fall
what I keep for you on the heights:
a bouquet of dewy jasmines,
a kiss deeper than your abyss.

Do not fear me, do not fall
into your rancor again.
Shake off my word that came to wound you
and let it fly through the open window.
It will return to wound
without your guiding it
since it was laden with a harsh instant
and that instant will be disarmed in my breast.

~Pablo Neruda