From The Book Of Questions Comments

An intriguing poem, may be dealing with basic yet profound questions about life itself. A well deserved modern poem of the day.

Sadly poignant but should be more explicit.

Is the rose naked? ! Musing along. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Surreal and philosophical poem that seems to ask profound questions about the nature of beauty and reality.

Philosophical questions require intellectual answers! Asking is easy, but answering is difficult! Anyhow quesions kindle a lot of thoughts sure! Thanks for sharing!

Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? .......great philosophy in a question tag. Beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda.

Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain? Interesting thoughts and imagination. tony

Nature is truth by natural No need to dress up Truth is truth by born No need make up Roots, the foundation for standing up righteously The hidden power as true heart Hands of the thief Act upon the command of hungry belly Rain comes to bathe out to inward but senseless robotic life out of pains

EVERYTHING IS QUESTIONABLE. NICE READ

..............so many questions....so little time.....

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

For Pablo, my share Slaying Dry and yellow the gramophone tongue I slide into a flood of rubble blue and snoring the clouds ask for a little sunshine in a coffee full of holes punched by sugar written in long lost sentences of rain quivering in sleep I endorse a room less wall full of stigma written selling a mountain to an elevator full of roses fresh from branches slaying another epic Nikhil Nath

LOL..Absolutely funny to the bone of the chin...: >) it(

pablo, my share; tell me is the world ooking at me through the lenses in my eyes or am i looking at the world through his lenses is he controlling me or the other way round do i have more control over this body or him what if the world suddenly let go of its pull

Neruda, the nobel prize winner poet holds a unspoken and written magic in his verse. Independent mostly of the formalities of meter and rhyme, he is equally strong and writes with passion which is not seen in most of his contemporaries. This particular poem has all those mystical elements which make Neruda's poems seem to arise from within our hearts, conveying our own feelings of love, hatred and in general the absurdity of life. Neruda doesn't stop at just the description of absudity, he takes a step forward, challenges its boundaries and questions its existence. Human soul and collective conscience of so many centuries evolved into fine arts and this poetry is one fine example of these arts.