Train in the Rain

Posted on July 19, 2019 by Brian D. Butler

The Book of Questions, III

Pablo Neruda – 1904-1973

III.


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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