The People (Pablo Neruda Poems)
I recall that man and not two centurieshave passed since I saw him,he went neither by horse nor by carriage:purely ...
I recall that man and not two centurieshave passed since I saw him,he went neither by horse nor by carriage:purely ...
The light that rises from your feet to your hair,the strength enfolding your delicate form,are not mother of pearl, not ...
All things are seamless,As though forgotten, light and dull.From the sacred heights the green sky spillsStill water on the city.Glazed ...
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
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