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:
jaak! you are slowly being introduced to good cinema.
hmmph. bitch with 32inch tv and surround sound system.
I muchlike the poem.
However, Postit has different associations. :P
bhaari bhalo cinema toh botei. :)
(also, change my bloglink no? pliss?)
:) hya, darun
ar neruda r ei kobita tao amar favourite....
Beautiful post...one of my favourite films and one of my favourite verses.nice blog...i shall keep visiting now
@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.:)
il postino.hu.bhari bhalo cinema.konno kothha hobena.
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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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