Ode To The Artichoke (Pablo Neruda Poems)
The artichoke With a tender heart Dressed up like a warrior, Standing at attention, it built A small helmet Under ...
The artichoke With a tender heart Dressed up like a warrior, Standing at attention, it built A small helmet Under ...
O tower of light, sad beauty that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea, calcareous eye, insignia of the vast ...
From blossoms released by the moonlight, from an aroma of exasperated love, steeped in fragrance, yellowness drifted from the lemon ...
The street filled with tomatoes, midday, summer, light is halved like a tomato, its juice runs through the streets. In ...
An odor has remained among the sugarcane: a mixture of blood and body, a penetrating petal that brings nausea. Between ...
This salt in the saltcellar I once saw in the salt mines. I know you won't believe me, but it ...
Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love's lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree's yellow ...
The artichoke of delicate heart erect in its battle-dress, builds its minimal cupola; keeps stark in its scallop of scales. ...
In the storm-tossed Chilean sea lives the rosy conger, giant eel of snowy flesh. And in Chilean stewpots, along the ...
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz or the arrow of carnations the ...
From bristly foliage you fell complete, polished wood, gleaming mahogany, as perfect as a violin newly born of the treetops, ...
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at ...
America, from a grain of maize you grew to crown with spacious lands the ocean foam. A grain of maize ...
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots ...
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