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Lost in the forest...

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,a shout muffled by huge autumns,by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.

Pablo Neruda