This is a poem by the Nobel Laureate Pablo Neruda.
Poetry
Poetry arrived to look for me.
I don’t know,
I don’t know where it came from, from winter or river,
I don’t know how or when.
No, there weren’t voices, there weren’t words, or silence.
By Pablo Neruda
Questions: What were these? How did they come? From where did they come from?
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