Neruda I Asked My Eyes When Will We See Each Other Again...
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― 100 Love Sonnets
in secret, between the shadow and the soul."
― 100 Love Sonnets
― Love
If footling by petty yous end loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by niggling
If suddenly you forget me
Do not await for me
For I shall already have forgotten you
If y'all think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That on that mean solar day, at that hr, I shall elevator my arms
And my roots volition set off to seek another country"
― Selected Poems
The moon lives in the lining of your skin."
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Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all mean solar day
I chase for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the colour of a roughshod harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I desire to swallow your peel similar a whole almond.
I want to consume the sunbeam flaring in your lovely torso,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I stride around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot center,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue."
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I do not beloved you equally if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the burn shoots off.
I dear you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in hugger-mugger, between the shadow and the soul.
I dearest y'all as the plant that never blooms
only carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thank you to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the world, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I beloved you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other manner than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
and so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
and so close that your eyes shut as I autumn asleep. "
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till you lot volition come across me again and live in me.
Till then my windows anguish."
― 100 Love Sonnets
simply because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the air current and upon the waters,
until they found me."
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― 100 Honey Sonnets
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I want you to know
one affair.
You know how this is:
if I wait
at the crystal moon, at the ruddy branch
of the tedious fall at my window,
if I touch on
virtually the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to y'all,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were lilliputian boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, at present,
if piddling by little you stop loving me
I shall cease loving you little by lilliputian.
If suddenly
you forget me
practice not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you lot think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you make up one's mind
to get out me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
think
that on that day,
at that 60 minutes,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots volition set off
to seek another country.
But
if each mean solar day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each twenty-four hour period a flower
climbs upward to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that burn down is repeated,
in me zip is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your honey, honey,
and every bit long as you live it volition be in your arms
without leaving mine."
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Considering of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of jump.
I accept 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 take forgotten your voice, your happy vocalization;
I accept forgotten your optics.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague retention of y'all. I alive with hurting
That is similar a wound; if yous bear on me, you volition
Brand to me an irreperable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, similar climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your dearest, withal I seem to
Glimpse yous in every window.
Considering 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."
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Write, for case: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, bluish, shiver in the distance."
The dark wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I tin write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her and so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I non take loved her large, nonetheless eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all this night.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense nighttime, more than immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does information technology matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The dark is full of stars and she is not with me.
That'south all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
Every bit if to bring her virtually, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the aforementioned no longer.
I no longer love her, truthful, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her lite trunk. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer dearest her, true, merely perhaps I dear her.
Love is and then curt and oblivion and then long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the concluding hurting she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her."
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dies, the only i, and I will dice of love because I dearest you,
because I love you, Dearest, in burn down and in blood."
― 100 Honey Sonnets
simply
I shall get on living."
―
the air current, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all the these things:
it was my destiny to love and say farewell."
― Withal Another Solar day
it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child
hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands...."
― 100 Love Sonnets
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because I don't know how to say it - a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in
an empty station when the trains are
parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't exit me, fifty-fifty for an hour, because so
the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the fume that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never deliquesce
on the beach, may your eyelids never flutter
into the empty altitude. Don't LEAVE me for
a second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll
have gone so far I'll wander mazily
over all the globe, asking, will yous
come up back? Will you go out me here, dying?"
―
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