I Explain A Few Things (Pablo Neruda Poems)
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?and the rain repeatedly spatteringits words and drilling ...
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?and the rain repeatedly spatteringits words and drilling ...
And because love battlesnot only in its burning agriculturesbut also in the mouth of men and women,I will finish off ...
With chaste heart, and pureeyesI celebrate you, my beauty,restraining my bloodso that the linesurges and followsyour contour,and you bed yourself ...
Mara Mori brought mea pair of sockswhich she knitted herselfwith her sheepherder's hands,two socks as soft as rabbits.I slipped my ...
And it was at that age… Poetry arrivedin search of me. I don't know, I don't know whereit came from, ...
From your hips down to your feetI want to make a long journey.I am smaller than an insect.Over these hills ...
My eyes went away from meFollowing a dark girl who went by.She was made of black motherofpearlMade of darkpurple grapes,And ...
It was passed from one bird to another,the whole gift of the day.The day went from flute to flute,went dressed ...
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I ...
If your eyes were not the color of the moon,of a day full [here, interrupted by the baby waking — continued ...
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,what secret knowledge is clasped between your ...
March days return with their covert light,and huge fish swim through the sky,vague earthly vapours progress in secret,things slip to ...
Luminous mind, bright devilof absolute clusterings, of upright noon---:here we are at last, alone, without loneliness,far from the savage city's ...
The light that rises from your feet to your hair,the strength enfolding your delicate form,are not mother of pearl, not ...
Maybe you'll remember that razor-faced manwho slipped out from the dark like a bladeand - before we realized - knew ...
I do not love you except because I love you;I go from loving to not loving you,From waiting to not ...
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at ...
Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine, smooth ...
The light wraps you in its mortal flame. Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way against the old propellers of the ...
How neatly a cat sleeps, Sleeps with its paws and its posture, Sleeps with its wicked claws, And with its ...
I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting ...
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz or the arrow of carnations the ...
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at ...
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots ...
Come with me, I said, and no one knew where, or how my pain throbbed, no carnations or barcaroles for ...
Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude. You are far away too, oh farther than anyone. Thinking, freeing birds, dissolving ...
I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting ...
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