pickAnd your soul that I awoke
So that it could go on
Singing until the end of life.
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#poemaday #NerudaEveryDay I know I was slack in this for a long time but finally finished this little book and oh how I adore it! It truly is a love story in poem form.
Odas y germinaciones
II
And you came to my kisses with the fire
Of an unchained meteor
And as you melted into my blood, the sweetness
Of the wild plum
Of our childhood I recieved in my mouth,
And I pressed you to my chest as
If I were regaining earth and life.
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Odas y Germinaciones
1
And with you I become again
The earth that you are:
In me you are deep spring:
In you I know again how I am born.
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Pequeña América
And your beauty then
Not only lights the fire
Which burns without dying out among us,
But also with your love is calling me
And across your life
It is giving me the life I lack
And to the taste of your love clay is added,
The kiss of the earth which awaits me.
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Tú venías
You came walking,
You came naked and scratched,
You reached my bed bloodied,
My bride,
And then
All night we walked
Sleeping
And when we woke
You were whole and new...
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El Olvido
Stay on the road.
Night has arrived for you.
Perhaps in the early morning
We will see each other again.
Ay, great love, little beloved!
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So if anyone thought I fell off the #NerudaEveryDay you were definitely mistaken! 😂
I've been going through this but haven't been posting because many of these are found in the little pink love poems book. Soon I will get to ones that aren't in there and I'll post.
I love the story behind these poems, because until I read the intro to this book I didn't know he published this book anonymously. So interesting!
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I can write the saddest verses tonight.
I loved her, and for a time she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times beneath the infinite sky.
She loved me, and at times I loved her too.
How could one not love her great, still eyes.
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(Do yourself a favour and find this poem and read it!)
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19
You are the delirious youth of the bee,
The drunkenness of the wave, the force of the wheat-ear.
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16
(Full poem in picture, last stanza translated)
In the net of my music you are caught, my love,
And my nets of music are as wide as the sky.
My soul is born at the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning begins the land of dreams.
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Pretty sure #NerudaEveryDay should exist.
