Thursday, November 24, 2005

a new to me poet- Pablo Neruda

Leaning Into The Afternoons

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.

Pablo Neruda

3 comments:

thomasw said...

whoa, can you read that in the chilean's native spanglish :)

biss said...

Ahh...Neruda can make beauty. My favourite line by him is: "Tonight I can write the saddest lines about her." The poem goes from there.

neftali3 said...

For more on Neruda check out www.redpoppy.net

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