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Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Do you see these hands?
They have measured the Earth,
They have separated minerals and cereals
They have made peace and war,
They have demolished the distances
Of all the seas and rivers
And yet,
When they roam
Over you, little one,
grain of wheat, swallow,
They cannot encompass you,
They embrace until exhaustion
The twin doves
That rest or fly upon your breast,
They travel the distances of your legs,
They coil in the light of your waist.
For me you are a treasure, greater
And more costly than the sea and its branches
And you are white and blue and vast
As Earth at Harvest Time.
In that territory,
From your feet to your brow,
I want to spend life,
Wandering, always wandering.
-Pablo Neruda
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Another perfect poem from Neruda. I think this one shows how he truly loves her, calling her a 'treasure', always wanting to hold onto her.
I think these are my favorite lines:
For me you are a treasure, greater
And more costly than the sea and its branches
I also like how he starts the poem off with a question.
What do you think of this one?
