
The poem explores the theme of collective memory and the cyclical nature of human history, where events repeat themselves over time. It delves into the idea that humanity is doomed to repeat its mistakes, and that progress is an illusion. The speaker describes a sense of disconnection from the past, and how this disconnection leads to a lack of understanding and learning from historical events.
By Pablo Neruda · First published 1954 · Genre: Poetry, Historical Literature, Philosophical Literature · 273 words
For stone was the blood, for stone the weeping, the prayer, the procession: stone was free will.
Because in sweat and in fire the gods of stone were born and then the saint of rain grew, the lord of the struggles for the corn, for the earth, bird gods, serpent gods, the fertile, the unfortunate, all were born of stone:
America raised them with a thousand small golden hands, with eyes lost already, clouded with blood and neglect.
But my country was of light, a man alone came and went, without other gods than thunder: and there my heart grew:
History is listed on Textopian as a poem by Pablo Neruda, dated 1954 CE.
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