Love Sonnet XIII ~ Pablo Neruda The light that rises from - TopicsExpress



          

Love Sonnet XIII ~ Pablo Neruda The light that rises from your feet to your hair, the strength enfolding your delicate form, are not mother of pearl, not chilly silver: you are made of bread, a bread the fire adores. The grain grew high in its harvest of you, in good time the flour swelled; as the dough rose, doubling your breasts, my love was the coal waiting ready in the earth. Oh, bread your forehead, your legs, your mouth, bread I devour, born with the morning light, my love, beacon-flag of the bakeries: fire taught you a lesson of the blood; you learned your holiness from flour, from bread your language and aroma.
Posted on: Fri, 06 Jun 2014 15:27:39 +0000

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