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Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII) by Pablo Neruda Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You've moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba; You've vines and stars in your hair. Naked you...
For my Quote Your Neighbor group.. Here's something quite touching from my neighbor snow-flower, a favorite poet's look at love. Please enjoy ;o) Excerpt from "If You Forget Me" if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me...
I am nothing more than a poet: I love all of you. Let none think of me. Let us think of the entire earth and pound the table with love. I don't want blood again to saturate bread, beans, music: I wish they would come with me: the miner, the little girl, the lawyer, the seaman, the doll-maker, to go...
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