Keeping Quiet May 4, 2010Posted by Chetan Chitre in Poetry.
Tags: Pablo Neruda
– by Pablo Neruda
Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.
This one time upon the earth,
let’s not speak any language,
let’s stop for a second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be a delicious moment,
without hurry, without engines,
all of us would be together
in a sudden uneasiness.
. . .
What I want shouldn’t be confused
with final inactivity:
life alone is what matters,
I want nothing to do with death.
If we weren’t unanimous
about keeping our lives so much in motion,
if we could do nothing for once,
perhaps a great silence would
interrupt this sadness,
this never understanding ourselves
and threatening ourselves with death,
perhaps the earth is teaching us
when everything seems to be dead
and then everything is alive.
Now I will count to twelve
and you keep quiet and I’ll go.