Eucalypt Forest, Gardens of Stone National Park
See how the eucalypts have changed again. This type of forest reminds me of the Fredrick McCubbin painting "Lost"
Words to walk with:
Lost in the forest by Pablo Neruda
"Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent."
I never tire of seeing your photos of the eucalypt forests ... this one is another great shot.ReplyDelete
I have that McCubbin hanging on my mantel. The film "Il Postino" introduced me to Neruda whom I have admired ever since. Well, him and his translators.ReplyDelete
I love the way he uses "autumn" here.
Bernie, thanks. I am getting more and more fascinated by the forest and its subtle changes.ReplyDelete
Julie, I have only just discovered Neruda. What I have seen I like.
Fascinating place for me - I've never seen such a forest (I mean eucalypt), and thanks for Neruda. To be honest I used to read him much more years ago.ReplyDelete
I came back to this post tonight after skimming over it when it was first published. The poem by Neruda is so beautiful. I recently bought Collected Works of his and am ashamed to say I have not taken the time to start reading it. Too many blogs to read and post to. Sigh.ReplyDelete