Sadness, scarab <br />with seven crippled feet, <br />spiderweb egg, <br />scramble-brained rat, <br />bitch's skeleton: <br />No entry here. <br />Don't come in. <br />Go away. <br />Go back <br />south with your umbrella, <br />go back <br />north with your serpent's teeth. <br />A poet lives here. <br />No sadness may <br />cross this threshold. <br />Through these windows <br />comes the breath of the world, <br />fresh red roses, <br />flags embroidered with <br />the victories of the people. <br />No. <br />No entry. <br />Flap <br />your bat's wings, <br />I will trample the feathers <br />that fall from your mantle, <br />I will sweep the bits and pieces <br />of your carcass to <br />the four corners of the wind, <br />I will wring your neck, <br />I will stitch your eyelids shut, <br />I will sew your shroud, <br />sadness, and bury your rodent bones <br />beneath the springtime of an apple tree.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-sadness/
