Pablo Neruda(1904-1973), a wonderful poet from Chile, wrote a book called The Book of Questions in which he asked many strange and perplexing, often unanswerable questions. Read them, and then either respond with what you think of these questions or leave your own imponderable question:
Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress?
Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots?
Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile?
Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?
Why don't the immense airplanes fly around with their children?
Which yellow bird fills its nest with lemons?
Why don't they train helicoptors to suck honey from the sunlight?
Where did the full moon leave its sack of flour tonight?
If I have died and don't know it of whom do I ask the time?
Great poet, i myself often use questions withing my own poetry. these questions will most often always be unanswered.
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ReplyDeleteI like the "who hears regrets of the thieving automobile." The other ones are sort of confusing.
ReplyDeleteyes, there are many more things sadder in the wourld than a train in the rain like penguins dying.
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