The Fickle One ~ Pablo Neruda Parrish My eyes went away from me following a dark girl who went by. She was made of black mother-of-pearl made of dark-purple grapes, and she lashed my blood with her tail of fire. After them all I go. A pale blonde went by like a golden plant swaying her gifts. And my mouth went like a wave discharging on her breast lightningbolts of blood. After them all I go. But to you, without my moving, without seeing you, distant you, go my blood and my kisses, my dark one and my fair one, my broad one and my slender one, my ugly one, my beauty, made of all the gold and of all the silver, made of all the wheat and of all the earth, made of all the water of sea waves, made for my arms made for my kisses, made for my soul.
Posted on: Mon, 16 Jun 2014 09:41:49 +0000