Pablo Neruda Poem

Pablo Neruda’s ⁍ Sonnet 64

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My life was tinted purple by so much love,
and I veered helter-skelter like a blinded bird
till I reached your window, my friend:
you heard the murmur of a broken heart.

There from the shadows I rose to your breast:
without being or knowing, I flew up the towers of wheat,
I surged to life in your hands,
I rose from the sea to your joy.

No one can reckon what I owe you, Love,
what I owe you is lucid, it is like a root
from Arauco, what I owe you, Love.

Clearly, it is like a star, all that I owe you,
what I owe you is like a well in a wilderness
where time watches over the wandering lightning.

Pablo Neruda’s ⁍ Sonnet 65
Pablo Neruda’s ⁍ Sonnet 63

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