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Pablo Neruda

your skin throbs like the streakof a meteror through rain. Your hips were that much of the moon for me;and deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;your heart, fiery with its long red rays, was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.So I pass across your burning form, kissingyou—compact and planetary, —… Continue reading Pablo Neruda

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Pablo Neruda

Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII) Naked you are simple as one of your hands;Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.You’ve moon-lines, apple pathwaysNaked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;You’ve vines and stars in your hair.Naked you are spacious and yellowAs summer in a golden church. Naked… Continue reading Pablo Neruda

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Pablo Neruda

I am hungry for your silken laughter,For your hands the color of savage harvest,Hungry for the pail stones of your fingernails.I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. — Pablo Neruda, from “Love Sonnet XI,” The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems. (City Lights Publishers; Bilingual edition April 1, 2004)

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Pablo Neruda

But you, cloudless girl, question of smoke, corn tassel. / You were what the wind was making with illuminated leaves. / Behind the nocturnal mountains, white lily of conflagration, / ah, I can say nothing! You were made of everything. — Pablo Neruda, from “Almost out of the Sky,” Twenty Love Poems and a Song… Continue reading Pablo Neruda

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Pablo Neruda

Lovely one, your eyes are too big for your face, your eyes are too big for the earth. There are countries, there are rivers, in your eyes, my country is your eyes, I walk through them, they light the world through which I walk, lovely one. — Pablo Neruda, from “Lovely One,” The Captain’s Verses:… Continue reading Pablo Neruda

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