Pablo Neruda Poem

Pablo Neruda’s ⁍ Sonnet 70

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Maybe—though I do not bleed—I am wounded, walking
along one of the rays of your life.
In the middle of the jungle the water stops me,
the rain that falls with its sky.

Then I touch the heart that fell, raining:
there I know it was your eyes
that pierced me, into my grief’s vast hinterlands.
And only a shadow’s whisper appears,

Who is it? Who is it?, but it has no name,
the leaf or dark water that patters
in the middle of the jungle, deaf along the paths:

so, my love, I knew that I was wounded,
and no one spoke there except the shadows,
the wandering night, the kiss of the rain.

Pablo Neruda’s ⁍ Sonnet 71
Pablo Neruda’s ⁍ Sonnet 69

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