A Few Tweets from Pablo Neruda
Every part of my body
loves you #Ilovemycountry
In spring, I drank your cherry blossoms.
Summer sky drowned in bombs.
Near the dark rocks and toppling waves,
our house splintered like un bote.
Chile was overthrown. Blood in the streets.
La Isla Negra— a cracked bell.
Dressed as admirals,
you and I will ebb out to sea
in a Valparaíso basement, I write
now, always, in a #greenfontofhope.
Editor’s note: In our digital age, social media has created a new language filled with odd restrictions, but the essence remains the same: to connect with others. In this poem, the tragedy and irony of the format is also its strength: short length, hashtags, and an exhortation to read embedded in brilliant imagery. What would Neruda have thought?