The Hour of Departure

[courtneyridgway]

It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour
which the night fastens to all the timetables.

The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.

Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands.

Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything.

-Pablo Neruda

Comments

[sarah_numero1]

i leave this comment with tears welling in my eyes. i love pablo neruda. i love post secret. i hate cancer as much- if not more- than you do. i hope to find the courage to tell understanding people like you one day how much it has affected my life, especially recently. you are an amazing writer, and i always look forward to your posts. *LiveJournal hug*.

[courtneyridgway]

sarah thank you so much for taking the time to say that. you're brilliant and courageous and i've always admired you. fuck cancer. one day we'll find a way to get it back. /: