But I forgot that your hands fed the roots

But I forgot that your hands fed the roots

The poem explores the speaker's connection to their heritage and cultural roots through the use of natural imagery. The speaker describes how their hands have nurtured the roots of their being, suggesting a deep sense of responsibility and care for one's own identity. The use of natural imagery also implies a connection to the land and a sense of belonging.

By Pablo Neruda · First published 1954 · Genre: Poetry, Nature Writing, Romanticism · 120 words

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But I forgot that your hands fed the roots, watering the tangled roses, till your fingerprints bloomed full, in a natural peace.

Like pets, your hoe and your sprinkling can follow you around, biting and licking the earth.

That work is how you let this richness loose, the carnations' fiery freshness.

I wish the love and dignity of bees for your hands, mixing and spreading their transparent brood in the earth: they cultivate even my heart, so that I am like a scorched rock that suddenly sings when you are near, because it drinks the water you carry from the forest, in your voice.

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Love · Nature · Memory · Longing · Nostalgia · Poetry · Latin American Literature · Sensuality · Intimacy · Elegy · Melancholy · Yearning

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