Neruda

<body topmargin="0" leftmargin="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0"> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" height="100%"> <tr> <td valign="top" width="105" bgcolor="#111111" text="#F7F7FF"> <div><img src="143a55400.jpg" border="0" width="85" height="64" align="bottom" hspace="0" vspace="0"></div><br> <div><img src="126639310.gif" border="0" width="57" height="49" align="bottom" hspace="0" vspace="0"></div><br> <br> </td> <td valign="top" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" text="#080000" background="079cb9a3.jpg"> <div> <b>Pablo Neruda</b> </div> <div></div> <div> <script type="text/javascript" language="JavaScript1.2" src="stm31.js"></script> </div> <div> <script type="text/javascript" language="JavaScript1.2">  </script> </div> <div></div><br> <div> <b><u><img src="fa27e760.jpg" border="0" width="382" height="118" align="bottom" hspace="0" vspace="0"></u></b> </div><br> <div> <a href="#here_i_love_you" title="Neruda"><u><b>"Here I Love You"</b></u></a> </div> <div> <a href="#leaning_into_the_afternoons____" title="Neruda"><u><b>"Leaning into the Afternoons..."</b></u></a> </div> <div> <a href="#i_have_gone_marking____" title="Neruda"><u><b>"I Have Gone Marking..."</b></u></a> </div> <div> <a href="#every_day_you_play____" title="Neruda"><u><b>"Every Day You Play..."</b></u></a> </div> <div> <a href="#i_crave_your_mouth____" title="Neruda"><u><b>"I Cave Your Mouth..."</b></u></a> </div> <div> <a href="#full_woman_flesh_apple_hot_moon" title="Neruda"><u><b>"Full Woman, Flesh Apple, Hot Moon"</b></u></a> </div> <div> <a href="#naked" title="Neruda"><u><b>"Naked"</b></u></a> </div> <div> <a href="#of_all_the_stars" title="Neruda"><u><b>"Of All the Stars..."</b></u></a> </div> <div> <a href="#i_hunt_for_a_sign_of_you" title="Neruda"><u><b>"I Hunt for a Sign of You..."</b></u></a> </div> <div> <a href="#it_s_today" title="Neruda"><u><b>"It's Today"</b></u></a> </div> <div> <a href="#when_i_die" title="Neruda"><u><b>"When I Die..."</b></u></a> </div> <div> <a href="#two_happy_lovers" title="Neruda"><u><b>"Two Happy Lovers..."</b></u></a> </div><br> <br> <div>  <a name="here_i_love_you" id="here_i_love_you"><img border="0" src="1x1.gif" height="1" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0"></a> </div> <div> <i><b>Here I Love You</b></i> </div><br> <div> Here I love you. </div> <div> In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself. </div> <div> The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters. </div> <div> Days, all one kind, go chasing each other. </div><br> <div> The snow unfurls in dancing figures. </div> <div> A silver gull slips down from the west. </div> <div> Sometimes a sail.  High, high stars. </div><br> <div> Oh the black cross of a ship. </div> <div> Alone. </div> <div> Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet. </div> <div> Far away the sounds and resounds. </div> <div> This is a port. </div> <div> Here I love you. </div><br> <div> Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. </div> <div> I love you still among these cold things. </div> <div> Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels </div> <div> that cross the sea towards no arrival. </div> <div> I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. </div> <div> The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. </div> <div> My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. </div> <div> I love what I do not have.  You are so far. </div> <div> My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights. </div> <div> But night comes and starts to sing to me. </div><br> <div> The moon turns its clockwork dream. </div> <div> The biggest stars look at me with your eyes. </div> <div> And as I love you, the pines in the wind </div> <div> want to sing your name with their leaves of wire. </div><br> <div>  <a name="leaning_into_the_afternoons____" id="leaning_into_the_afternoons____"><img border="0" src="1x1.gif" height="1" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0"></a> </div> <div> <i><b>Leaning into the Afternoons ...</b></i> </div><br> <div> Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets </div> <div> towards your oceanic eyes. </div><br> <div> There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, </div> <div> its arms turning like a drowning man's. </div><br> <div> I send out red signals across your absent eyes </div> <div> that wave like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse. </div><br> <div> You keep only darkness, my distant female, </div> <div> from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges. </div><br> <div> Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets </div> <div> to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes. </div><br> <div> The birds of night peck at the first stars </div> <div> that flash like my soul when I love you. </div><br> <div> The night gallops on its shadowy mare </div> <div> shedding blue tassels over the land. </div><br> <div>  <a name="i_have_gone_marking____" id="i_have_gone_marking____"><img border="0" src="1x1.gif" height="1" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0"></a> </div> <div> <i><b>I Have Gone Marking ...</b></i> </div><br> <div> I have gone marking the atlas of your body </div> <div> with crosses of fire. </div> <div> My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide. </div> <div> In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst. </div><br> <div> Stories to tell you on the shore of evening, </div> <div> sad and gentle doll, so that you will not be sad. </div> <div> A swan, a tree, something far away and happy. </div> <div> The season of grapes, the ripe and fruitful season. </div><br> <div> I who lived in a harbour from which I loved you. </div> <div> The solitude pierced by dream and silence, </div> <div> Penned up between the sea and sadness. </div> <div> Soundless, delirious, between two motionless gondoliers. </div><br> <div> Between the lips and the voice something goes dying. </div> <div> Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion. </div> <div> The way nets cannot hold water. </div> <div> My toy doll, only a few drops are left trembling. </div> <div> Even so, something sings in these fugitive words. </div> <div> Something sings, something climbs to my ravenous mouth </div> <div> Oh to be able to celebrate you with all the words of joy. </div><br> <div> Sing, burn, flee, like a belfry at the hands of a madman. </div> <div> My sad tenderness, what comes over you all at once? </div> <div> When I have reached the most awesome and the coldest summit </div> <div> my heart closes like a nocturnal flower. </div><br> <div>  <a name="every_day_you_play____" id="every_day_you_play____"><img border="0" src="1x1.gif" height="1" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0"></a> </div> <div> <i><b>Every Day You Play ...</b></i> </div><br> <div> Every day you play with the light of the universe. </div> <div> Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water. </div> <div> You are more than this white head that I hold tightly </div> <div> as a bunch of flowers, every day, between my hands. </div><br> <div> You are like nobody since I love you. </div> <div> Let me spread you out among yellow garlands. </div> <div> Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? </div> <div> Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed. </div><br> <div> Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window. </div> <div> The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish. </div> <div> Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them. </div> <div> The rain takes off her clothes. </div><br> <div> The birds go by, fleeing. </div> <div> The wind.  The wind. </div> <div> I alone can contend against the power of men. </div> <div> The storm whirls dark leaves </div> <div> and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky. </div><br> <div> You are here.  Oh, you do not run away. </div> <div> You will answer me to the last cry. </div> <div> Curl around me as though you were frightened. </div> <div> Even so, a strange shadow once ran through your eyes. </div><br> <div> Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle, </div> <div> and even your breasts smell of it. </div> <div> While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies </div> <div> I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth. </div><br> <div> How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, </div> <div> my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. </div> <div> So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, </div> <div> and over our heads the grey light unwind in turning fans. </div><br> <div> My words rained over you, stroking you. </div> <div> A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. </div> <div> Until I even believe that you own the universe. </div> <div> I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, </div> <div> and rustic baskets of kisses. </div> <div> I want </div> <div> to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. </div><br> <div>  <a name="i_crave_your_mouth____" id="i_crave_your_mouth____"><img border="0" src="1x1.gif" height="1" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0"></a> </div> <div> <i><b>I Crave Your Mouth ...</b></i> </div><br> <div> I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. </div> <div> Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. </div> <div> Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day </div> <div> I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. </div><br> <div> I hunger for your sleek laugh, </div> <div> your hands the color of a savage harvest, </div> <div> hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, </div> <div> I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. </div><br> <div> I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, </div> <div> the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, </div> <div> I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, </div><br> <div> and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, </div> <div> hunting for you, for your hot heart, </div> <div> like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue. </div><br> <div>  <a name="full_woman_flesh_apple_hot_moon" id="full_woman_flesh_apple_hot_moon"><img border="0" src="1x1.gif" height="1" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0"></a> </div> <div> <i><b>Full Woman, Flesh-Apple, Hot Moon</b></i> </div><br> <div> Full woman, flesh-apple, hot moon, </div> <div> thick smell of seaweed, mud and light in masquerade, </div> <div> what secret clarity opens through your columns? </div> <div> What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? </div><br> <div> Oh, love is a journey with water and stars, </div> <div> with drowning air and storms of flour; </div> <div> love is a clash of lightenings, </div> <div> two bodies subdued by one honey. </div><br> <div> Kiss by kiss I travel your little infinity, </div> <div> your borders, your rivers, your tiny villages; </div> <div> and a genital fire - transformed, delicious - </div><br> <div> slips through the narrow roadways of the blood </div> <div> till it pours itself, quick, like a night carnation, till it is: </div> <div> and is nothing, in shadow, and a flicker of light. </div><br> <div>  <a name="naked" id="naked"><img border="0" src="1x1.gif" height="1" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0"></a> </div> <div> <i><b>Naked</b></i> </div><br> <div> Naked, you are simple as one of your hands, </div> <div> smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round: </div> <div> you have moon-lines, apple-pathways: </div> <div> naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. </div><br> <div> Naked, you are blue as a night in Cuba; </div> <div> you have vines and stars in your hair; </div> <div> naked, you are spacious and yellow </div> <div> as summer in a golden church. </div><br> <div> Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails - </div> <div> curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born </div> <div> and you withdraw to the underground world, </div><br> <div> as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores: </div> <div> your clear light dims, gets dressed - drops its leaves - </div> <div> and becomes a naked hand again. </div><br> <div>  <a name="of_all_the_stars" id="of_all_the_stars"><img border="0" src="1x1.gif" height="1" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0"></a> </div> <div> <i><b>Of All the Stars</b></i> </div><br> <div> Of all the stars I admired, drenched </div> <div> in various rivers and mists, </div> <div> I chose only the one I love. </div> <div> Since then I sleep with the night. </div><br> <div> Of all the waves, one wave and another wave, </div> <div> green sea, green chill, branchings of green, </div> <div> I chose only the one wave, </div> <div> the indivisible wave of your body. </div><br> <div> All the waterdrops, all the roots, </div> <div> all the threads of light gathered to me here; </div> <div> they came to me sooner or later. </div><br> <div> I wanted your hair, all for myself. </div> <div> From all the graces my homeland offered </div> <div> I chose only your savage heart. </div><br> <div>  <a name="i_hunt_for_a_sign_of_you" id="i_hunt_for_a_sign_of_you"><img border="0" src="1x1.gif" height="1" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0"></a> </div> <div> <i><b>I Hunt for a Sign of You</b></i> </div><br> <div> I hunt for a sign of you in all the others, </div> <div> in the rapid undulant river of women, </div> <div> braids, shyly sinking eyes, </div> <div> light step that slides, sailing through the foam. </div><br> <div> Suddenly I think I can make out your nails - </div> <div> oblong, quick, nieces of cherry -: </div> <div> then it's your hair that passes by, and I think </div> <div> I see your image, a bonfire, burning in the water. </div><br> <div> I searched, but no one else had your rhythms, </div> <div> your light, the shady day you brought from the forest; </div> <div> nobody had your tiny ears. </div><br> <div> You are whole - exact - and everything you are is one, </div> <div> and so I go along, with you I float along, loving </div> <div> a wide Mississippi toward a feminine sea. </div><br> <div>  <a name="it_s_today" id="it_s_today"><img border="0" src="1x1.gif" height="1" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0"></a> </div> <div> <i><b>It's Today</b></i> </div><br> <div> It's today: all of yesterday dropped away </div> <div> among the fingers of the light and the sleeping eyes. </div> <div> Tomorrow will come on its green footsteps; </div> <div> no one can stop the river of the dawn. </div><br> <div> No one can stop the river of your hands, </div> <div> your eyes and their sleepiness, my dearest. </div> <div> You are the trembling of time, which passes </div> <div> between the vertical light and the darkening sky. </div><br> <div> The sky folds its wings over you, </div> <div> lifting you, carrying you to my arms </div> <div> with its punctual, mysterious courtesy. </div><br> <div> That's why I sing to the day and to the moon, </div> <div> to the sea, to time, to all the planets, </div> <div> to your daily voice, to your nocturnal skin. </div><br> <div>  <a name="when_i_die" id="when_i_die"><img border="0" src="1x1.gif" height="1" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0"></a> </div> <div> <i><b>When I Die</b></i> </div><br> <div> When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: </div> <div> I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands </div> <div> to pass their freshness over me once more: </div> <div> I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny. </div><br> <div> I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep. </div> <div> I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you </div> <div> to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together, </div> <div> to continue to walk on the sand we walk on. </div><br> <div> I want what I love to continue to live, </div> <div> and you whom I love and sang above everything else </div> <div> to continue to flourish, full-flowered: </div><br> <div> so that you can reach everything my love directs you to, </div> <div> so that my shadow can travel along in your hair, </div> <div> so that everything can learn the reason for my song. </div><br> <div>  <a name="two_happy_lovers" id="two_happy_lovers"><img border="0" src="1x1.gif" height="1" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0"></a> </div> <div> <i><b>Two Happy Lovers</b></i> </div><br> <div> Two happy lovers make one bread, </div> <div> a single moon drop in the grass. </div> <div> Walking, they cast two shadows that flow together; </div> <div> waking, they leave one sun empty in their bed. </div><br> <div> Of all the possible truths, they chose the day; </div> <div> they held it, not with ropes but with an aroma. </div> <div> They did not shred the peace; they did not shatter words; </div> <div> their happiness is a transparent tower. </div><br> <div> The air and wine accompany the lovers. </div> <div> The night delights them with its joyous petals. </div> <div> They have a right to all the carnations. </div><br> <div> Two happy lovers, without an ending, with no death, </div> <div> they are born, they die, many times while they live: </div> <div> they have the eternal life of the Natural. </div><br> <br> </td> </tr> </table> </body>