CD (May 9,1984 / USA (Born in MA) (Raised in MI))

Your Hands

When your hands leap
towards mine, love,
what do they bring me in flight?
Why did they stop
at my lips, so suddenly,
why do I know them,
as if once before,
I have touched them,
as if, before being,
they travelled
my forehead, my waist?
Their smoothness came
winging through time,
over the sea and the smoke,
over the Spring,
and when you laid
your hands on my chest
I knew those wings
of the gold doves,
I knew that clay,
and that colour of grain.
The years of my life
have been roadways of searching,
a climbing of stairs,
a crossing of reefs.
Trains hurled me onwards
waters recalled me,
on the surface of grapes
it seemed that I touched you.
Wood, of a sudden,
made contact with you,
the almond-tree summoned
your hidden smoothness,
until both your hands
closed on my chest,
like a pair of wings
ending their flight.

by Pablo Neruda

Comments (5)

Okay I got your resume now I'll read your poetry -Ha, ha.
heart when drolls the ocean when swells yet by the waves as when resourced..................beautiful poem, ilike it,10/10, thanks for sharing
Well I guess that pretty much covers the lot, Of the things that you are and the things that you’re not, I’m glad that I’ve been, introduced now, to you. (And thanks for leaving that comment, too) Danny ;)
This is really one of the finest constructed poems I have seen of this kind. I don't know if you have a good poems list, but this one has to be on it. GW62
Add on seven inches and take away some hair length and you just described me :) . I like this..... and relate to it big time. t x