11 February 2010

My Nets Of Music Are Wide As The Sky.

Hm ... I must be in a poetic mood, what with the haiku earlier this week. (And no, I'm not posting a love poem just because it's almost Valentine's Day.) This obviously isn't one of my own, but man I wish I had Neruda's skill. I've been a fan of his poetry for years and years now. So I rediscovered this one about a year and a half ago, and it resonates with me still.

"In My Sky at Twilight"
Pablo Neruda

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and color are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
My sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon's
wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.
Huntress of the depths of my eyes, you plunder
stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.

You are taken in the net of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are wide as the sky.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.
I love how lyrical, passionate and expressive this poem is. I think I still have a copy of Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair in a box somewhere, but if not I will have to buy a new one.

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