In You The Earth
Little
rose,
roselet,
at times,
tiny and naked,
it seems
as though you would fit
in one of my hands,
as though I’ll clasp you like this
and carry you to my mouth,
but
suddenly
my feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips:
you have grown,
your shoulders rise like two hills,
your breasts wander over my breast,
my arm scarcely manages to encircle the thin
new-moon line of your waist:
in love you loosened yourself like sea water:
I can scarcely measure the sky’s most spacious eyes
and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.
In You The Earth
About the poet
Pablo Neruda
Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973), better known by his pen name and, later, legal name Pablo Neruda, was a Nobel Prize winning Chilean poet-diplomat and politician. Neruda became known as a poet when he was 13 years old…
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example,'The night is shattered
Don't go far off
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
When I die
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
Die slowly
Die slowlyHe who becomes the slave of habit,
Here I love you
Here I love you.In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
