The word in blood, the word grew in the dark body…
It was born
in blood, the word
grew in the dark body, beating
and flew through the lips and the mouth.
Further, and nearer
still, still it came
from dead fathers, nomadic races,
from lands made of stone,
that were tired of their wretched tribes,
because when pain set out on the way
the villages walked and arrived
and new earth and water joined again
to sow their words anew.
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Part two follows: https://www.lypophrenia.com/2010/towards-the-splendid-city-pablo-nerudas-nobel-lecture-part-ii/zelda star says,
I would enjoy part two of this great lecture, please?