Ode To The Book (Pablo Neruda Poems)
When I close a bookI open life.I hearfaltering criesamong harbours.Copper ignotsslide down sand-pitsto Tocopilla.Night time.Among the islandsour oceanthrobs with fish,touches ...
When I close a bookI open life.I hearfaltering criesamong harbours.Copper ignotsslide down sand-pitsto Tocopilla.Night time.Among the islandsour oceanthrobs with fish,touches ...
With chaste heart, and pureeyesI celebrate you, my beauty,restraining my bloodso that the linesurges and followsyour contour,and you bed yourself ...
Here I love you.In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.Days, all ...
Neither the heart cut by a piece of glassin a wasteland of thornsnor the atrocious waters seen in the cornersof ...
If suddenly you do not exist,if suddenly you no longer live,I shall live on.I do not dare,I do not dare ...
Neither clown nor child nor black nor white but verticle and a questioning innocence dressed in night and snow: The ...
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