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List: Inspired by Pablo Neruda

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Leaning Into The Afternoons


by Pablo Neruda 

 

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets

towards your oceanic eyes.


There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,

its arms turning like a drowning man's.


I send out red signals across your absent eyes

that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse.


You keep only darkness, my distant female,

from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.


Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets

to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.


The birds of night peck at the first stars

that flash like my soul when I love you.

The night gallops on its shadowy mare

shedding blue tassels over the land. 

 


 

Poetry


by Pablo Neruda 

 

And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived

in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where

it came from, from winter or a river.

I don't know how or when,

no they were not voices, they were not

words, nor silence,

but from a street I was summoned,

from the branches of night,

abruptly from the others,

among violent fires

or returning alone,

there I was without a face

and it touched me.


I did not know what to say, my mouth

had no way

with names,

my eyes were blind,

and something started in my soul,

fever or forgotten wings,

and I made my own way,

deciphering

that fire,

and I wrote the first faint line,

faint, without substance, pure

nonsense,

pure wisdom

of someone who knows nothing,

and suddenly I saw

the heavens

unfastened

and open,

planets,

palpitating plantations,

shadow perforated,

riddled

with arrows, fire and flowers,

the winding night, the universe.


And I, infinitesimal being,

drunk with the great starry

void,

likeness, image of

mystery,

felt myself a pure part

of the abyss,

I wheeled with the stars,

my heart broke loose on the wind. 

 


 

Love


by Pablo Neruda


Because of you, in gardens of blossoming 

Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. 

I have forgotten your face, I no longer 

Remember your hands; how did your lips 

Feel on mine?


Because of you, I love the white statues

Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that 

Have neither voice nor sight.


I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; 

I have forgotten your eyes.


Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to 

My vague memory of you. I live with pain 

That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will

Make to me an irreperable harm.


Your caresses enfold me, like climbing 

Vines on melancholy walls.


I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to 

Glimpse you in every window. 


Because of you, the heady perfumes of 

Summer pain me; because of you, I again 

Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:

Shooting stars, falling objects.



http://oldpoetry.com/oauthor/show/Pablo_Neruda


 

 


  

Another link to his poems:

www.poemhunter.com/pablo-neruda/poet-6638/



"Not Neruda"

www.allpoetry.com/Poem/1111613

"Treasured Book"

www.allpoetry.com/Poem/1517921


"Seashells Forsaken by the Tide"

www.allpoetry.com/Poem/1716849

"Living on a Diet of Neruda...& You"

www.allpoetry.com/Poem/1718905

"Beloved"

www.allpoetry.com/Poem/1950197

"Slow Dancing With Neruda"

www.allpoetry.com/Poem/2146779

"Our Quiet Music"

www.allpoetry.com/Poem/2169588

"We Are Seedlings Without Sorrow"

www.allpoetry.com/Poem/2171371

"In the Orchard With Neruda"

www.allpoetry.com/Poem/2176573

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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