Lovely One by Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda

Lovely One by Pablo Neruda

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Had an incredibly good night. Listening to

Marc Streitenfeld’s Wisdom

. That feeling you get: leaving without moving. So I took a book out of the shelf, and it’s this collection of works by Neruda, a gift from an old love. He quoted a few lines and wrote them down on the flyleaf. Made me smile, even just a little.

Lovely One

Pablo Neruda

Lovely one,

just as on the cool stone

of the spring, the water

opens a wide flash of foam,

so is the smile of your face,

lovely one.

Lovely one,

with delicate hands and slender feet

like a silver pony,

walking, flower of the world,

thus I see you,

lovely one.

Lovely one,

with a nest of copper entangled

on your head, a nest

the color of dark honey

where my heart burns and rests,

lovely one.

Lovely one,

your eyes are too big for your face,

your eyes are too big for the earth.

There are countries, there are rivers,

in your eyes,

my country is your eyes,

I walk through them,

they light the world

through which I walk,

lovely one.

Lovely one,

your breasts are like two loaves made

of grainy earth and golden moon,

lovely one.

Lovely one,

your waist,

my arm shaped it like a river when

it flowed a thousand years through your sweet body,

lovely one.

Lovely one,

there is nothing like your hips,

perhaps earth has

in some hidden place

the curve and the fragrance of your body,

perhaps in some place,

lovely one.

Lovely one, my lovely one,

your voice, your skin, your nails,

lovely one, my lovely one,

your being, your light, your shadow,

lovely one,

all that is mine, lovely one,

all that is mine, my dear,

when you walk or rest,

when you sing or sleep,

when you suffer or dream,

always,

when you are near or far,

always,

you are mine, my lovely one,

always.

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