nikkilita:

YOU TWO ARE SO AMAZING I LOVE YOU BOTH THE WAY YOU LOOK AT EACH OTHER MAKES ME WANT TO SCREAM AND CRY AND OH MY GOD WHY YOU GOTTA BE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL COUPLE

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Cat’s Dream - Pablo Neruda

noruwei-no-mori:

How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings—
a series of burnt circles—
which have formed the odd geology
of its sand-colored tail.

I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all the fur of time,
with a tongue rough as flint,
with the dry sex of fire;
and after speaking to no one,
stretch myself over the world,
over roofs and landscapes,
with a passionate desire
to hunt the rats in my dreams.

I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate, how the night
flowed through it like dark water;
and at times, it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger’s great-grandfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.

Sleep, sleep cat of the night,
with episcopal ceremony
and your stone-carved moustache.
Take care of all our dreams;
control the obscurity
of our slumbering prowess
with your relentless heart
and the great ruff of your tail.

(Source: seventh-daughter)

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apoetreflects:

“It’s the words that sing, they soar and descend … I bow to them … I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down.”
—Pablo Neruda, “The Word (A Prose Poem)” from Lives on the Line: The Testimony of Contemporary Latin American Authors, 1988.

apoetreflects:

“It’s the words that sing, they soar and descend … I bow to them … I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down.”

—Pablo Neruda, “The Word (A Prose Poem)” from Lives on the Line: The Testimony of Contemporary Latin American Authors, 1988.

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pointednorth:

Café and poetry at Pablo Neruda’s house in Valparaíso

pointednorth:

Café and poetry at Pablo Neruda’s house in Valparaíso

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Pablo Neruda, “Sonnet LXXIX”

sharingpoetry:

Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.

Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.

Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,

So that our dream might reply
to the sky’s questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.

Translation by A. S. Kline

(submitted by ringtales)

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kellydanielle:

Pablo Neruda

kellydanielle:

Pablo Neruda

(Source: )

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"

I am not jealous
of what came before me.

Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!

Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth,
to start our life!

"

Pablo Neruda, “Always” (via bookoasis)

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caffeinatedconsciousness:

Pablo Neruda graffiti outside La Chascona in Santiago, Chile <3

caffeinatedconsciousness:

Pablo Neruda graffiti outside La Chascona in Santiago, Chile <3

(Source: moderndaygoddess)

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"Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lost,
I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you."

A Song Of Despair, Pablo Neruda (via bitchwheresmyfoodstamps)

(Source: notyourrealdad)

Drunk as Drunk

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky’s hot rim,
The day’s last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.