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.

10 comments:

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 post...one 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 postino.hu.bhari bhalo cinema.konno kothha hobena.

Raj Gaurav Debnath said...

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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...

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