National Salty Poetry Month: Los Enigmas
I'm so pleased that, to celebrate National Poetry Month, saltbloggers everywhere are posting their favorite marine pieces (as are some non-marine folk.
I've long loved the words of Neruda. Even his poems of love and passion are deeply intertwined in the sea. But how could I not resist posting Los Enigmas whose second line reads
Me decís qué espera la ascidia en su campana transparente?
You ask what does the tunicate hope for inside its diaphanous bell?
Also, note the catchy use of Macrocystis
Los Enigmas
by Pablo Neruda
Translated by Seamus M. Murphy
You have asked me what the crab was spinning in his golden claws
and to you will say: the sea knows.
You ask what the tunicate hopes for in its transparent bell?
What is it waiting for?
I will say to you it awaits time, as you do.
You ask me whom the embrace of the Macrocystis alga may overcome?
Probe it, question it to a particular time in a certain ocean I know.
No doubt you shall question me about the cursed ivory of the narwhal,
and I will answer you that this unicorn of the sea
met agony at the point of a harpoon.
Perhaps you will ask me about the kingfisher’s trembling plumage
in the pure origins of the southern tides?
And with another question, will you not now shell
the crystalline construction of the anemone?
Would you understand the points of the foundations, their electrical matter?
The stalactite armada that journeys being broken?
The hook of the angler fish, how the extensive music of the deep
is loosed upon the waters?
I will want to say that the ocean knows this, that the life in your arcs
is broad as the sand, innumerable and pure
and between grapes of blood time polishes
the hardness of a petal, the gentle radiance of a jellyfish
and the branches of coral threads have been peeled
from an infinite mother-of-pearl cornucopia.
I am only a net that should empty
the anxious human eyes that have died in that darkness,
fingers familiar to the triangle, halfway
from a timid circle of orange.
Like your probing of the
infinite stars, I came
and in my net, and in the night, I awoke denuded,
alone, a fish caught up in the wind.

