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  • ۝ Water ۝

    *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* WaterBy Pablo Neruda~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ Everything on the earth bristled, the bramblepricked and the green threadnibbled away, the petal fell, fallinguntil the only flower was the falling itself.Water is another matter,has no direction but its own bright grace,runs through all imaginable colors,takes limpid lessonsfrom ...
    Posted to Poems by Galatea on August 24, 2007

  • ۝ Bird ۝

    *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* BirdBy Pablo Neruda~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ It was passed from one bird to another,the whole gift of the day.The day went from flute to flute,went dressed in vegetation,in flights which opened a tunnelthrough the wind would passto where birds were breaking openthe dense blue air -and there, night came in.When I returned from ...
    Posted to Poems by Galatea on August 24, 2007

  • ۝ Assorted Pablo Neruda ۝

    *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Fleas Interest Me So MuchBy Pablo Neruda ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ Fleas interest me so muchthat I let them bite me for hours.They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit,machines that admit of no appeal.They do not bite to eat,they bite only to jump;they are the dancers of the celestial sphere,delicate acrobatsin the softest and most ...
    Posted to Poems by Galatea on August 24, 2007

  • ۝ Love Sonnet XI ۝

    ₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪ Love Sonnet XI Pablo Neruda*~*~*~*~*~* I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all dayI hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh,your hands the color of a savage harvest,hunger for the ...
    Posted to Poems by Galatea on July 16, 2007

  • ۝ POETRY ۝

    ₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪ POETRY Pablo Neruda*~*~*~*~* And it was at that age...Poetry arrivedin search of me. I don't know, I don't know whereit came from, from winter or a river.I don't know how or when,no, they were not voices, they were notwords, nor silence,but from a street I was summoned,from the branches of night,abruptly from the ...
    Posted to Poems by Galatea on July 16, 2007

  • ۝ Ode To The Book ۝

    ₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪ Ode to the BookBy Pablo Neruda*~*~*~*~*~* When I close a bookI open life.I hearfaltering criesamong harbours.Copper ignotsslide down sand-pitsto Tocopilla.Night time.Among the islandsour oceanthrobs with fish,touches the feet, the thighs,the chalk ribsof my country.The whole of nightclings to its shores, by dawnit ...
    Posted to Poems by Galatea on July 16, 2007