#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
“And it was at that age … Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,”
. . . .
Excerpt from “Poetry,” by Pablo Neruda, from “Neruda: Selected Poems”