T. W. Collins

T. W. Collins

Posted on 05/21/2013


Photo taken on May 10, 2013



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I made these sonnets out of wood;

I made these sonnets out of wood;
"I gave them the sound of that opaque pure substance, and that is how they should reach your ears. Walking in forests or on beaches, along hidden lakes, in latitudes sprinkled with ashes, you and I have picked up pieces of pure bark, pieces of wood subject to the comings and goings of water and the weather. Out of such softened relics, then, with hatchet and machete and pocketknife, I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.”
― Pablo Neruda


The Historic Barns of Nipmoose
Buskirk, New York
May 2013

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Fastbird
Fastbird
Wonderful, incidental art. Lovely Neruda poem,
4 years ago.
MiguelATF
MiguelATF
Great text.
Great picture, too.
2 years ago.