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  1. Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,
    I cannot settle on a single one.
    They are lost to me under the cover of clothing
    They have departed for another city.

    When everything seems to be set
    to show me off as a man of intelligence,
    the fool I keep concealed on my person
    takes over my talk and occupies my mouth.

    On other occasions, I am dozing in the midst
    of people of some distinction,
    and when I summon my courageous self,
    a coward completely unknown to me
    swaddles my poor skeleton
    in a thousand tiny reservations.

    When a stately home bursts into flames,
    instead of the fireman I summon,
    an arsonist bursts on the scene,
    and he is I. There is nothing I can do.
    What must I do to distinguish myself?
    How can I put myself together?

    All the books I read
    lionize dazzling hero figures,
    brimming with self-assurance.
    I die with envy of them;
    and, in films where bullets fly on the wind,
    I am left in envy of the cowboys,
    left admiring even the horses.

    But when I call upon my DASHING BEING,
    out comes the same OLD LAZY SELF,
    and so I never know just WHO I AM,
    nor how many I am, nor WHO WE WILL BE BEING.
    I would like to be able to touch a bell
    and call up my real self, the truly me,
    because if I really need my proper self,
    I must not allow myself to disappear.

    While I am writing, I am far away;
    and when I come back, I have already left.
    I should like to see if the same thing happens
    to other people as it does to me,
    to see if as many people are as I am,
    and if they seem the same way to themselves.
    When this problem has been thoroughly explored,
    I am going to school myself so well in things
    that, when I try to explain my problems,
    I shall speak, not of self, but of geography.

    Pablo Neruda

  2. @ Stranger: I like it. But I like your original posts better. But I guess I won’t complain…you’ve given me fodder for a post. 😉

    @ Yogustus: Thank you (on behalf of my commenters too!) I came to your blog via Sakshi..will stop in there again.