Emerging, Pablo Neruda

A man says yes without knowing
how to decide even what the question is,
and is caught up, and then is carried along
and never again escapes from his own cocoon;
and that’s how we are, forever falling
into the deep well of other beings;
and one thread wraps itself around our necks,
another entwines a foot, and then it is impossible,
impossible to move except in the well —
nobody can rescue us from other people.

It seems as if we don’t know how to speak;
it seems as if there are words which escape,
which are missing, when have gone away and left us
to ourselves, tangled up in snares and threads.

And all at once, that’s it; we no longer know
what it’s all about, but we are deep inside it,
and now we will never see with the same eyes
as once we did when we were children playing.
Now these eyes are closed to us,
now our hands emerge from different arms.

And therefore when you sleep, you are alone in your dreaming,
and running freely through the corridors
of one dream only, which belongs to you.
Oh never let them come to steal our dreams,
never let them entwine us in our bed.
Let us hold on to the shadows
to see if, from our own obscurity,
we emerge and grope along the walls,
lie in wait for the light, to capture it,
till, once and for all time,
it becomes our own, the sun of every day.

nameless ( depression of angels)

note:
the barbed wire around you
is the one going
through you
and through me

the despair of angels
creates prisons in the soul
where all hope is lost,
dreams  curdle like milk,

even the skin turns sour,
laughter falls in the hole,
the angels' tearless sobs
tighten the throat of birds,

the light has faded,
visitors' halt in midstride,
all movement is frozen,
despair infects all and all

and nightmares survive
the  only living are these,
they grow and eat, devour
the energy of angel and beast

exhaustion locks the spirit
in indifference, all meaning
has been lost, words stick
inside and in the nets around

caught like songbirds, dead.
don't turn back or you'll be
a pillar of salt, fear is an
endless and filthy implosion,

the hurt, the opening of wounds,
here thought shapes the destruction
of days and  sleepless nights,
the clock ticks and death looks
like a welcome enemy,

has poison for release,
sends love and me away
for the company of the unknown,
and the waste land wins

over the greening of buds,
kisses, gardens and flowers ,
life itself suffers and weeps ,
so do i, a witness, a tree

shaking in the cold storms.
i cannot say no, i grow,
grow rings and leaves and fruit,
and falling i cry out to the sky,

with my roots naked,
i am split, but if i could
i'd fight and ask you, angel,
come out of the mountain,

leave the terror of years,
walk, take your broken
heart for a bath in the spring,
heal, open, dance

see, sing,
follow the deepest song
follow love
you are strong
and angels can.