Category Archives: Pablo Neruda

Poem – The Fickle One

My eyes went away from me Following a dark girl who went by. She was made of black motherofpearl Made of darkpurple grapes, And she lashed my blood With her tail of fire. After them all I go. A pale … Continue reading

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Poem – Here I Love You

Here I love you.  In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself. The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters. Days, all one kind, go chasing each other. The snow unfurls in dancing figures. A silver gull slips down … Continue reading

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Poem – Sonata

Neither the heart cut by a piece of glass in a wasteland of thorns  nor the atrocious waters seen in the corners of certain houses, waters like eyelids and eyes can capture your waist in my hands when my heart … Continue reading

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Poem – Clenched Soul

We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world. I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. Sometimes a … Continue reading

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Poem – And Because Love Battles

And because love battles not only in its burning agricultures but also in the mouth of men and women, I will finish off by taking the path away to those who between my chest and your fragrance want to interpose … Continue reading

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Leave Me A Place  – Pablo Neruda

Leave me a place underground, a labyrinth,where I can go, when I wish to turn, without eyes, without touch, in the void, to dumb stone, or the finger of shadow. I know that you cannot, no one, no thing can … Continue reading

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Leaning Into The Gardens – Pablo Neruda

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad net towards your oceanic eyes. There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, its arms turning like a drowning man’s. I send out red signals across your absent eyes that … Continue reading

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