Sunday, November 25, 2007
Beauty
Reposted from 2/26/07
The simple passion of Pablo Neruda's poetry has enthralled me since I first read him. The translations from Spanish are direct, pure, and heartbreakingly honest. He was a challenging man, but an amazing one. I just adore him...
crowned with foam,
let it call to me and seek me
galloping in the shadow,
while I, sunk
beneath your big eyes,
just for this night
shall rest, my love.
The simple passion of Pablo Neruda's poetry has enthralled me since I first read him. The translations from Spanish are direct, pure, and heartbreakingly honest. He was a challenging man, but an amazing one. I just adore him...
Wind on the Island
-Pablo Neruda
The wind is a horse:
hear how he runs
through the sea, through the sky.
He wants to take me: listen
how he roves the world
to take me far away.
Hide me in your arms
just for this night,
while the rain breaks
against sea and earth
its innumerable mouth.
Listen how the wind
calls to me galloping
to take me far away.
With your brow on my brow,
with your mouth on my mouth,
our bodies tied
to the love that consumes us,
let the wind pass
and not take me away.
crowned with foam,
let it call to me and seek me
galloping in the shadow,
while I, sunk
beneath your big eyes,
just for this night
shall rest, my love.
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