Saturday, April 11, 2009

Post it.

And it was at that age...Poetry arrived

in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where

it came from, from winter or a river.

I don't know how or when,

no, they were not voices, they were not

words, nor silence,

but from a street I was summoned,

from the branches of night,

abruptly from the others,

among violent fires

or returning alone,

there I was without a face

and it touched me.

- Pablo Neruda.

Mithye kotha bolbo na. Cinema ta dekhe uthe majhraate ektu kanna pay ar kobita likhte ichche kore. Bhari bhalo cinema.


Hatturi Hanzo said...

jaak! you are slowly being introduced to good cinema.

eden gardens said...

hmmph. bitch with 32inch tv and surround sound system.

Oshtorombha said...

I muchlike the poem.

However, Postit has different associations. :P

Monidipa said...

bhaari bhalo cinema toh botei. :)

(also, change my bloglink no? pliss?)

Heathcliff said...

:) hya, darun

Heathcliff said...

ar neruda r ei kobita tao amar favourite....

little boxes said...

Beautiful of my favourite films and one of my favourite verses.nice blog...i shall keep visiting now

March Hare said...

@suddha - * faints at the sudden praise *

@sonai - not my fault. really. babar dosh. babar dosh.

@nandita - hehe. OCD types.:P and yes, neruda be favourite.

@mandy - will do.

@madhu - yes.:)

@little boxes - welcome.:)

onnesha said...

il bhalo cinema.konno kothha hobena.

Raj Gaurav Debnath said...


Yes, a lovely film indeed. I have the dvd and also watched it a few years back at Nandan-1 at the Kolkata Film Festival...

Strangely, the Word-Verification for this Comment was "seen ucommu". Unbelievable...