Thursday, December 3, 2020

Short Poems By Pablo Neruda

 Always  

I am not jealous
of what came before me.


Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
to the eternal surf, to Time!
which flows down to the wild sea,

Bring them all
we shall always be you and I
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
to start our life!
alone on earth
O tower of light, sad beauty
that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea,
calcareous eye, insignia of the vast waters, cry
of the Oceanian wind, O separate rose
of the mourning petrel, tooth of the sea, wife
from the long stem of the trampled bush
alone in your lonesome dynasty,
that the depths, converted into archipelago,
O natural star, green diadem,
like one drop, like one grape, like the sea
still unattainable, elusive, desolate

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Pablo Neruda

Rising from the  narrow country stretching along South America's western edge:  Chile Pablo Neruda is a    poet-diplomat  and politician...