His words flow like liquid in his own language,
a turbulent and raging torrent
to erode rocks,
and cause avalanches
amongst the stone-hearted;
songs with rhythm
sucked
from the oozing blood
of oppression,
to infuse
the pulse of rebellion;
songs intoned in whispers
deep in the muffled snows
of mountainous
dissent;
songs to thaw
rime-encrusted hatred,
dripping from
the brows of the beaten,
and to undermine cupidity
with the voluptuousness of love.
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Author Notes
This poem was inspired by a recent viewing of the film, "Neruda" which traces that part of his life, in the 1940's, when, as a member of the Communist Party, he was a fugitive in his own country, Chile.
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