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It’s Good To Feel You Are Close To Me – Pablo Neruda

It’s good to feel you are close to me in the night, love, invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal, while I untangle my worries as if they were twisted nets. Withdrawn, your heart sails through dream, but your body, relinquished … Continue reading

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In You The Earth – Pablo Neruda

Little rose, roselet, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as though I’ll clasp you like this and carry you to my mouth, but suddenly my feet touch your feet … Continue reading

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In My Sky At Twilight – Pablo Neruda

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud and your form and colour are the way I love them. You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips and in your life my infinite dreams live. The lamp of … Continue reading

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I’M Explaining A Few Things – Pablo Neruda

You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs? and the poppy-petalled metaphysics? and the rain repeatedly spattering its words and drilling them full of apertures and birds? I’ll tell you all the news. I lived in a suburb, … Continue reading

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Finale – Pablo Neruda

Matilde, years or days  sleeping, feverish,  here or there,  gazing off,  twisting my spine,  bleeding true blood,  perhaps I awaken  or am lost, sleeping:  hospital beds, foreign windows,  white uniforms of the silent walkers,  the clumsiness of feet.  And then, … Continue reading

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I Like For You To Be Still – Pablo Neruda

i like for you to be still  it is as though you are absent  And you hear me from far away  And my voice does not touch you  it seems as though your eyes had flown away  And it seems … Continue reading

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Gentleman Alone – Pablo Neruda

The young maricones and the horny muchachas,  The big fat widows delirious from insomnia,  The young wives thirty hours’ pregnant,  And the hoarse tomcats that cross my garden at night,  Like a collar of palpitating sexual oysters  Surround my solitary … Continue reading

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