Lost in the forest by Pablo NerudaLost in the forest, I broke off a dark twigand lifted
Lost in the forest by Pablo NerudaLost in the forest, I broke off a dark twigand lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,a cracked bell, or a torn heart.Something from far off it seemeddeep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,a shout muffled by huge autumns,by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprigsang under my tongue, its drifting fragranceclimbed up through my conscious mindas if suddenly the roots I had left behindcried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood–and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent. [Hazel Bush, by Victor Borisov-Musatov] • from Neruda’s Nobel Acceptance Speech: “From all this, my friends, there arises an insight which the poet must learn through other people. There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are…” More: https://www.nobelprize.org/prizes/literature/1971/neruda/lecture/• Born Victor Elpidiforovich Musatov in 1870 in Saratov, a city on the Volga River upstream of Volgograd, his family had humble origins. At the age of 14 he entered the local ‘real school’, where his artistic talent was spotted. From there he went to study in the Moscow School of Painting, Sculpture and Architecture at the age of 20, and the following year to the Imperial Academy of Arts in Saint Petersburg, the pinnacle of teaching at the time in Russia. More: https://eclecticlight.co/2020/04/03/agaves-and-the-country-estate-paintings-of-victor-borisov-musatov/ -- source link
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