From The Book Of Questions - Poem by Pablo Neruda


Tell me, is the rose naked
or is that her only dress?

Why do trees conceal
the splendor of their roots?

Who hears the regrets
of the thieving automobile?

Is there anything in the world sadder
than a train standing in the rain?

Poems by Pablo Neruda

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