Body of woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender. My savage peasant body digs in you and makes the son leap from the depths of the earth I was alone like a tunnel. Birds fled from me and night swamped me with its crushing invasion. To survive myself I forged you like a weapon, like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling. But falls payback time, and I love you. Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk. Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence! Ah pubic roses! Ah your voice slow and sad! Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace. My thirst, my desire without limit, my way indecisive! Dark channels where the eternal thirst follows, and weariness follows, and the infinite ache Pablo Neruda
Posted on: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 23:43:20 +0000
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