I should like to sleep like a cat, with all the fur of time, with a tongue rough as flint, with the dry sex of fire; and after speaking to no one, stretch myself over the world, over roofs and landscapes, with a passionate desire to hunt the rats in my dreams.” ― Pablo Neruda,… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
Sonnet XL Green was the silence, wet was the light the month of June trembled like a butterfly and in the south dominion, from the sea and the stones, Matilde, you traversed the midday. You were loaded with ferrous flowers, seaweeds that the south wind torments and forgets, still white, shrivelled by the devouring salt,… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
Always, always you recede through the evenings towards where the twilight goes erasing statues. — Pablo Neruda, from “We Have Lost Even,” Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, trans. W.S. Merwin. (Penguin Classics, 2004)
Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey. — Pablo Neruda, from “Sonnet XII,” Selected Poems. (San Val, September 1990) Originally published 1961.
Since, without leaving the present that is a fragile ring, we touch the sand of yesterday and on the sea, love reveals a repeated fury. — Pablo Neruda, from “Integrations,” The Yellow Heart, translated by William O’Daly (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)
Verb I’m going to wrinkle this word, I’m going to twist it, yes, it is much too flat it is as if a great dog or great river had passed its tongue or water over it during many years. I want that in the word the roughness is seen the iron salt The de-fanged strength… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
… it is we ourselves who call forth the spirits through our own myth-making. — Pablo Neruda, from “Nobel Lecture,” December 13, 1971