I anticipate summer every year because when it arrives I have weeks where I’m able to read, read, and then read again. I usually get at least 7 books finished during summer. This summer I finished 2 books. Usually this outcome would frustrate me but books were replaced with people this summer and everything was as it should be. We made some wonderful new friends, re-connected with old ones, and hopefully helped everyone’s summer be a little more meaningful, as they did ours. It was one of the best summers in a long while. However, now that the blissful time is over, and life is beginning again, the feeling of frustration is looming because I have so many books on-the-go, none nearly finished, and on top of it all, I feel unfocussed. Not to mention, because of both situations, my reviews have been dwindling.
So today, I’ve decided to step back into the enchanted summer memories and share a poem, that I discovered on vacation, by the Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda. So many of his poems bring in evocative images of the sea and nature, which are irresistible to me. And, of course, I spend most of the summer by the sea and nature, so it’s no wonder I feel an affinity with his poetry.
|Pine Forest in Vyatka Province (1872)
|Sunset At Sea (1853)
|Sea View By Moonlight (1878)
I absolutely love the image of the wind disentangling itself. Neruda uses so few words but conveys the intricacy and greatness of the ocean …….. the desolate feeling of not only the landscape, but of the absence of his lover. Whom of us hasn’t know the ache of either unrequited love or the anguish that comes from the separation of love? Yet he doesn’t leave the reader without encouragement: still the night sings to him and he loves on.
My favourite line in this poem? “Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.” I can’t describe it, but I can feel it. Amazing.
So this lovely poem was part of my minuscule summer reading, and I thought I’d share it, wrapping up a memory of the past to take into the future …..