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Keeping Quiet Now

we will count to twelve

and we will all keep still

For once on the face of the earthlet’s not speak in any language,

let’s stop for one second,

and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment,

without rush,

without engines,

we would all be togetherin a sudden strangeness.
Fishermen in the cold seawould not harm whalesand the man gathering saltwould look at his hurt hands.
Those who prepare green wars,

wars with gas, wars with fire,

victory with no survivors,

would put on clean clothesand walk about with their brothersin the shade,

doing nothing.
What I want should not be confusedwith total inactivity:

life is what it is aboutI want no truck with death.
If we were not so single-mindedabout keeping our lives moving,

and for once could do nothingperhaps a huge silencemight interrupt this sadness,

of never understanding ourselvesand of threatening ourselves with death,

perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems deadand later proves to be alive.
Now I’ll count to twelve and you keep quiet and I will go.


Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), a LatinAmerican Poet, 1971 Nobel PrizeAward for Literary
Based on Poem entitled A callarse (1958)translated to English by Alastair Reid (1972)





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keep struggLe to save oUr earth in many ways..