poets show us how to keep quiet

stillness

Keeping Quiet

by Pablo Neruda

Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still
for once on the face of the earth,
let’s not speak in any language;
let’s stop for a second,
and not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.

Fishermen in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would not look at his hurt hands.

Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victories with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.

Life is what it is about…

If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with
death.

Now I’ll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.

(National Poetry Month)

About Patti Digh

Patti Digh is an author, speaker, and educator who builds learning communities and gets to the heart of difficult topics. Her work over the last three decades has focused on diversity, inclusion, social justice, and living and working mindfully. She has developed diversity strategies and educational programming for major nonprofit and corporate organizations and has been a featured speaker at many national and international conferences.

2 comments to " poets show us how to keep quiet "
  • I had a little moment with children today tucked into a park bench, all snuggled up to be warm in the sun, while eating ice cream sandwiches. And they were all quiet. And the sun shone on us and we looked at the houses across the street, all draped in lace curtains. It was a surreal moment. This poem is gorgeous. We need so much more stillness than motion.

    Thank you!

  • Esther Louie

    Thank you Patti – I love this. I read this poem at the beginning of our directors’ mtg. Of course I could not read Pablo Neruda-this poem only in English, and so I found the Spanish language version and read it out loud in Spanish and then in English.

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