For bicentennial_baby.......again

[Wetzelbill]

Leaning Into The Afternoons by Pablo Neruda

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.

There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
its arms turning like a drowning man's.

I send out red signals across your absent eyes
that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse.

You keep only darkness, my distant female,
from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.

Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets
to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.

The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.

The night gallops on its shadowy mare
shedding blue tassels over the land.

[bicentennial_baby]

1. Damn...

You're killing me over here....sigh. So good. :)

[Wetzelbill]

2. See, I would write one myself, but I'll just let Pablo do my dirty work

:)


I always loved this line "You keep only darkness, my distant female,"
It's so melancholy and strong, like he is just yearning for her with all his heart, perplexed and not being able to quite reach her. This one just seems tinged with beauty and sadness to me. I love it though.

[bicentennial_baby]

3. The birds of night peck at the first stars

that flash like my soul when I love you.

I don't have a smilie for that one... ;)

[Wetzelbill]

5. oh I wish I could come up with a line like that

Just once! Some people are just so skilled it isn't even fair. :)

[Wetzelbill]

4. for the heckuvit here is my latest

Not even in the same class or even the same world of skill of Neruda, but I bust out some poetry when I am so inclined. :)


Alabaster skin caped in ivory
Golden beam drenches the air
She illuminates the world at an altar
A future snapshot preserved forever

That day held my heart etched memory
She radiated an aurora dawn engulfing me
A smile cantillates nonexistent songs in ears
Dreams hold as our arms grasp tightly

I remember her as an early spring morning
Salmon flecks seamlessly across the sky
Sunlight coruscates filaments as shadows melt
Unraveling my loss of control and words

Fitted black standing in the Sonora desert
He etches resplendence, hears nonexistent songs
My illusion dreams burning springtime snapshots
Album keepsakes, before her summer begins