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A Dog Has Died

My dog has died. I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine. Some day I’ll join him right there, but now he’s gone with his shaggy coat, his bad manners and his cold nose, and I,…

march Days Return With Their Covert Light

March days return with their covert light, and huge fish swim through the sky, vague earthly vapours progress in secret, things slip to silence one by one. Through fortuity, at this crisis of errant skies, you reunite the lives of…

in The Wave-Strike Over Unquiet Stones

In the wave-strike over unquiet stones the brightness bursts and bears the rose and the ring of water contracts to a cluster to one drop of azure brine that falls. O magnolia radiance breaking in spume, magnetic voyager whose death…

carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon,

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars? What primal night does Man touch with his senses? Ay, Love is a journey through waters and…

Pablo Neruda’s ⁍ Sonnet 100

In the center of the earth I will push aside the emeralds so that I can see you- you like an amanuensis, with a pen of water, copying the green sprigs of plants. What a world! What deep parsley! What…

Pablo Neruda’s ⁍ Sonnet 99

Other days will come, the silenceof plants and of planets will be understood,and so many pure things will happen!Violins will have the fragrance of the moon! Maybe the bread will be like you:it will have your voice, your wheat,and other…

Pablo Neruda’s ⁍ Sonnet 98

And this word, this paper the thousand handsof a single hand have written on, does not remaininside you, it is no good for dreaming.It falls to the earth; there it continues. No matter that the light, or praise,spilled over the…

Pablo Neruda’s ⁍ Sonnet 97

Support this archive and get a book for yourself: These days, one must fly-but where to?without wings, without an airplane, fly-without a doubt:the footsteps have passed on, to no avail;they didn’t move the feet of the traveler along. At every…

Pablo Neruda’s ⁍ Sonnet 96

I think this time when you loved me will pass away, and another blue will replace it; another skin will cover the same bones; other eyes will see the spring. None of those who tried to tie time down- those…