was recently reminded of how I love Pablo Neruda ... thought I'd share my favorite poem of his ... as a little amuse bouche until I ready to serve the next course of my Parisian feast ...
Your feet.
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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4 comments:
He is beyond amazing...isn't he? He always seems to encompass my passions for love and living. What a gift he was to us.
I actually just re-organised my book shelf today and came across my volume of his poems. Needless to say it took me longer than I'd expected when I opened it and started reading some of those old poems from my teens and 20's. I'd never read this one before though. Beautiful. Many thanks.
Fantastic! Wouldn't you love to have someone write a poem to/about you with that gravitas?
I wish my crap was as good as his. A pox upon thee, Pablo.
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