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Pablo Neruda

Ode To A Lemon Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love’s lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree’s yellow emerges, the lemons move down from the tree’s planetarium Delicate merchandise! The harbors are big with it- bazaars for the light and the barbarous gold. We open the halves of a… Continue reading Pablo Neruda

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Pablo Neruda

You change between teeth and desire into nothing but cool light that loosens into a stream that touched us singing. And thus you don’t weigh us down in the burning siesta hour, you don’t weigh us down, you just go by and your great heart like a cold ember changed into the water of a… Continue reading Pablo Neruda

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Pablo Neruda

It’s well known that he who returns never left, so I traced and retraced my life, changing clothes and planets, growing used to the company, to the great whirl of exile, to the great solitude of bells tolling. — Pablo Neruda, from “Goodbyes,” I Explain a Few Things: Selected Poems, transl. by Alastair Reid (Farrar,… Continue reading Pablo Neruda

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Pablo Neruda

Kiss by kiss I move across your small infinity, your borders, your rivers, your tiny villages, and the genital fire transformed into delight runs through the narrow pathways of the blood until it plunges down, like a dark carnation, until it is and is no more than a flash in the night. — Pablo Neruda,… Continue reading Pablo Neruda

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Pablo Neruda

Consume yourself, you in your flame, I in mine, and love me for the love that could not wait for you, love me for what you and I contain of blossom or stone: we will always draw life from all we did not share: the shoulder upon which a rose could find no peace, the… Continue reading Pablo Neruda

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