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Apparently, while I was re-reading bits of Walden yesterday, I missed the centenary of the birth of Pablo Neruda.
My favorite Neruda book may be The Book of Questions An excerpt:
"Tell me, is the rose naked
or is that her only dress?
Why do trees conceal
the splendor of their roots?
Who hears the regrets
of the thieving automobile?
Is there anything in the world sadder
than a train standing in the rain?"
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