“Ode To Sadness” ~Pablo Neruda

Sadness, scarab
with seven crippled feet,
spiderweb egg,
scramble-brained rat,
bitch’s skeleton:
No entry here.
Don’t come in.
Go away.
Go back
south with your umbrella,
go back
north with your serpent’s teeth.
A poet lives here.
No sadness may
cross this threshold.
Through these windows
comes the breath of the world,
fresh red roses,
flags embroidered with
the victories of the people.
No.
No entry.
Flap
your bat’s wings,
I will trample the feathers
that fall from your mantle,
I will sweep the bits and pieces
of your carcass to
the four corners of the wind,
I will wring your neck,
I will stitch your eyelids shut,
I will sew your shroud,
sadness, and bury your rodent bones
beneath the springtime of an apple tree.

~Pablo Neruda

2 thoughts on ““Ode To Sadness” ~Pablo Neruda

  1. That’s hysterical, I thought that part would make a great doormat too!

    I’m with you too on the “poets seem to usher in sadness” thing, so in that sense it would make no sense for me to have such a thing written on a doormat 😉

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