Eye-Opener: Memo

Neruda's poems

I just finished reading Pablo Neruda's poetry called "Book of Questions" both in Spanish and English... some of the questions he asked are very imaginative and visually stimulating (awesome metaphors). Poetry made up of questions. Here are a few of the questions I found intriguing:

Where did the full moon leave its sack of flour tonight?
Why do tree conceal the splendor of their roots?
Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?
Does smoke talk with the clouds?
Why do leaves commit suicide when they feel yellow?
Why do clouds cry so much, growing happier and happier?
How many questions does a cat have?
Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes? Or are they invisible rivers that run toward sadness?
Do you know what the earth meditates upon in autumn?
Who sings in the deepest water in the abandoned lagoon?
Isn't it better never than late?
How many weeks are in a day and how many years in a month?
Why do all silkworms live so raggedly?
Who wakes up the sun when it falls asleep on its burning bed?
Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself?
What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?
Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who's never waited for anyone?
Perhaps heaven will be, for suicides, an invisible star?
Where is the child I was, still inside me or gone?
Why did we spend so much time growing up only to separate?
And what is the name of the month that falls between December and January?
Did spring never deceive you with kisses that didn't blossom?
Why did I return to the indifference of the limitless ocean?
How in salt's desert is it possible to blossom?
Do we learn kindness or the mask of kindness?
Is there a star more wide open than the word "poppy"?
In which window did I remain watching buried time?
If all rivers are sweet where does the sea get its salt?
And how do the roots know they must climb toward the light?
Is it true that autumn seems to wait for something to happen?