Ladies and gentlemen, I never found in books any formula for writing poetry; and...– Pablo Neruda
I Ask for Silence
Now they can leave me in peace, and grow used to my absence. I am going to close my eyes. I only want five things, five chosen roots. One is an endless love. Two is to see the autumn. I cannot exist without leaves flying and falling to earth. The third is the solemn winter, the rain I loved, the caress of fire in the rough cold. My fourth is the summer, plump as a watermelon. And...
Love Sonnet XI
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your...
Would you prefer that I post poems as quotes or...
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What’s wrong with you, with us, what’s happening to us? Ah our love is a harsh cord that binds us wounding us and if we want to leave our wound, to separate, it makes a new knot for us and condemns us to drain our blood and burn together. What’s wrong with you? I look at you and I find nothing in you but two eyes like all eyes, a mouth lost among a thousand mouths...
Ode to the Onion
Onion, luminous flask, your beauty formed petal by petal, crystal scales expanded you and in the secrecy of the dark earth your belly grew round with dew. Under the earth the miracle happened and when your clumsy green stem appeared, and your leaves were born like swords in the garden, the earth heaped up her power showing your naked transparency, and as the remote sea in lifting the breasts of...