In You the Earth
irremissible: 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...
Of all fires love is the only inexhaustible one.– Pablo Neruda (via girlwithoutwings)
Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like...– Pablo Neruda, “Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love”
aftercloudia: When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me once more: I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny. I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep. I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you to sniff the sea’s aroma that we loved together, to continue to walk on the sand we walk...
Ode to the hummingbird (by Pablo Neruda)
The hummingbird in flight is a water-spark, an incandescent drop of American fire, the jungle’s flaming résumé, a heavenly, precise rainbow: the hummingbird is an arc, a golden thread, a green bonfire! Oh tiny living lightning, when you hover in the air, you are a body of pollen, a feather or hot coal, I ask you: What is your substance? And from where do you originate? Perhaps during the blind...