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 ...
Things get broken at home like they were pushed by an invisible, deliberate smasher. It's not my hands or yours It wasn't the girls with their hard ...
Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruitof your gifts and destructions, into my hand,I would ...
With chaste heart, and pureeyesI celebrate you, my beauty,restraining my bloodso that the linesurges and followsyour contour,and you bed yourself ...
Drunk as drunk on turpentineFrom your open kisses,Your wet body wedgedBetween my wet body and the strakeOf our boat that ...
Castro Alves from Brazil, for whom did you sing?Did you sing for the flower? For the waterwhose beauty whispered words ...
Lovely one,Just as on the cool stoneOf the spring, the waterOpens a wide flash of foam,So is the smile of ...
Take bread away from me, if you wish,take air away, butdo not take from me your laughter.Do not take away ...
And it was at that age… Poetry arrivedin search of me. I don't know, I don't know whereit came from, ...
You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin.Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;cook, your blood is ...
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I ...
Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,without your going, that cuts noon lightlike a blue flower, without ...
Everything on the earth bristled, the bramblepricked and the green threadnibbled away, the petal fell, fallinguntil the only flower was ...
Who ever desired each other as we do? Let us lookfor the ancient ashes of hearts that burned,and let our ...
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 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 ...
Drunk as drunk on turpentine From your open kisses, Your wet body wedged Between my wet body and the strake ...
Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine, smooth ...
You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin. Swimmer, your body is pure as the water; cook, your ...
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