Monday, February 20, 2006

More of my favorite poetry. Deal with it.

Your breast is enough for my heart,
and my wings for your freedom.
What was sleeping above your soul will rise
out of my mouth to heaven.

In you is the illusion of each day.
You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers.
You undermine the horizon with your absence.
Eternally in flight like the wave.

I have said that you sang in the wind
like the pines and like the masts.
Like them you are tall and taciturn,
and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.

You gather things to you like an old road.
You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices.
I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated
that had been sleeping in your soul.

-Pablo Neruda
from, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair


srchngformystry said...

i love that book. ive bought about 3 copies because i either give it away or someone doesnt return it. great selection, kissyface.

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