He dies slowly...

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DIE SLOWLY

 

BY

 

PABLO NERUDA

 

He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,  
who never changes pace, 
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes, 
who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.

 

He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white, 
dotting ones i's rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer, 
that turn a yawn into a smile, 
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.

 

He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy, 
who is unhappy at work, 
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty, 
to thus follow a dream, 
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives, 
die slowly.

 

He who does not travel, who does not read, 
who does not listen to music, 
who does not find grace in himself, 
she who does not find grace in herself, 
dies slowly.

 

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem, 
who does not allow himself to be helped, 
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops, 
dies slowly.

 

He or she who abandons a project before starting it, who fails to ask questions on subjects he doesn't know,  he or she who doesn't reply when they are asked something they do know,
 dies slowly.

 

Let's try and avoid death in small doses, 
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort  far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

 

Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

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About the Poet

Pablo Neruda (July 12, 1904 – September 23, 1973) was the pen name and, later, legal name of the Chilean poet, diplomat and politician Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto. He chose his pen name after Czech poet Jan Neruda.

 

Neruda became known as a poet while still a teenager. He wrote in a variety of styles including surrealist poems, historical epics, overtly political manifestos, a prose autobiography, and erotically-charged love poems such as the ones in his 1924 collection Twenty Poems of Love and a Song of Despair. In 1971 Neruda won the Nobel Prize for Literature. Colombian novelist Gabriel García Márquez once called him "the greatest poet of the 20th century in any language." Neruda always wrote in green ink as it was his personal color of hope.

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Replies (26)

Yeah sir... Change is the inevitable part of the life...

We always have to ready for Change.

Nice post and knowledge sharing...

You have written the attachment file. but i can't find it.....

Superb one!!!

100% true da!!

the first para was the awesome one..

thanx for sharing!!

every para is justified....

A GREAT POEM FROM A GREAT POET

WE ALWAYS HAVE TO READY FOR CHANGE.

NICE SHARING DADA

THERE ARE A NUMBER OF GREAT WORKS OF PABLO NERUDA IN LITERATURE AS I KNOW...SOME OF WHICH ARE

 

  Poetry

Viente poemas de amor y una cancion desesperada (1924)
Anillos (1926)
Residencia en la tierra (1933)
Alturas de Macchu-Picchu (1948)
Canto General (1950)
Las uvas y el viento (1954)
Estravagario (1958)
Cantos ceremoniales (1961)
Plenos poderes (1962)
Las piedras de Chile (1961)
Memorial de Isla Negra (1964)
El mar y las campanas: Poemas (1973)
La rosa separada (1973)
Jardin de invierno (1974)
Libro de las preguntas (1974)

Prose

El habitante y su esperanza (1925)
Confieso que he vivido: Memorias (1974)
Correspondancia (1980)

Anthology

Paginas escogidas de Anatole France (1924)
Visiones de las hijas de Albion y el viajero mental (1935)
Romeo y Julieta (1964)
Cuarenta y cuatro (1967)

Drama

Fulgor y muerte de Joaquin Murieta: Bandido chileno injusticiado en California el 23 julio 1853 (1967)

Poetry in Translation

Residence on Earth (1962)
The Heights of Macchu Picchu (1966)
Twenty Poems (1967)
Pablo Neruda: The Early Poems (1969)
Stones of the Sky (1970)
The Captain's Verses (1972)
Extravagaria (1972)
New Poems, 1968-1970 (1972)
Splendor and Death of Joaquin Murieta (1972)
Pablo Neruda and Nicanor Parra Face to Face (1977)
Passions and Impressions (1982)
Windows That Open Inward: Images of Chile (1984)
100 Love Sonnets (1986)
The Sea and the Bells (1988)
The Yellow Heart (1990)
The Book of Questions (1991)
Pablo Neruda: An Anthology of Odes (1994)
Full Woman, Fleshly Apple, Hot Moon : Selected Poems of Pablo Neruda (1998)
The Essential Neruda (2004)

 

He who does not travel, who does not read, 
who does not listen to music, 
who does not find grace in himself, 
she who does not find grace in herself, 
dies slowly

 

Awesome Sharing DADA

You Always Bring Some Fresh And Unique 

How could you find it, Dear Sanket, when I've forgotten to attach the said file? blush

 

Sorry, friends. Here is the file.

 

I also forgot to mention about the source of " About the Poet". The source is : Wikipedia

nice one shared sir

keep sharin

cheers

He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white, 
dotting ones i's rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer, 
that turn a yawn into a smile, 
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.

 

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
dies slowly.

wonderful saurabh dada

awesome poem

and i like this para most

thanks 4 gud poem and also treasure of poetry...

and gautam da u also

Thanks sir for sharing such a beaufitiful post.................

@ ! @

S.S.D.N

Let's try and avoid death in small doses, 
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort  far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

Thank you Sourav da for the beautiful poem with a very deep meaning...CHANGE IS LIFE, WHEN WE CHANGE EVERYTHING AROUND US CHANGES AUTOMATICALLY.......smiley

Thank you Sourav da for sharing a wonderful messge !!

It's funny as to how often we die in small doses.The poem's quite a revelation.Thks for sharing it Souravda.

very nice !!! 

He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,  
who never changes pace, 
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes, 
who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.

 

Very true and wonderful poem saurav da....leave me completely speechless...

i think am also dying slowly bcoz i can identify myself with few lines...this poem is a new hope.


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