EN EL BOSQUE PERDIDO
SONETO VI
En los bosques, perdido, corté una rama oscura
y a los labios, sediento, levanté su susurro:
era tal vez la voz de la lluvia llorando,
una campana rota o un corazón cortado.
Algo que desde tan lejos me parecía
oculto gravemente, cubierto por la tierra,
un grito ensordecido por immensos otoños,
por la entreabierta y húmeda tiniebla de las hojas.
Pero allí, despertando de los sueños del bosque,
la rama de avellano cantó bajo mi boca
y su errabundo olor, trepó por mi criterio.
Como si me buscaran de pronto las raíces
que abandoné, la tierra perdida con mi infancia,
y me detuve herido por el aroma errante
NERUDA
Favorite PLACE
Banff, Canada
eLEVATION
4537 ft.
Coordinates
51.1784° N 115.5708° W
“I WENT INTO THE WOODS, BECAUSE I WANTED TO LIVE DELIBERATELY, I WANTED TO LIVE DEEPLY AND SUCK THE MARROW OF LIFE. TO PUT TO ROUT ALL THAT WAS NOT LIFE AND DISCOVER NOT WHEN I CAME TO DIE THAT I HAVE NOT LIVED”
Henry David Thoreau
Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Here grow the wallflower and the violet. The squirrel will come and sit upon your knee, the logcock will wake you in the morning. Sleep in the forgetfulness of an ill. Of all the upness accessible to mortals, there is no upness comparable to the mountains.
John Muir
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.
John Muir
