Thursday, July 17, 2014

Neruda

Neruda has poems for every season--here's another for summer, this excerpt is from his Portuguese poem "Morning [Love Sonnet XXVII]" which you can read here:

Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church. [...]



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