Sonnet Xi

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

by Pablo Neruda

Comments (5)

Acsept every second. The clock is not ticking for you only.
very interesting poem as it projects changes that could be difficult to happen...yes we can change I some degree
A simple poem with a deep soul
Such a tumult of truth - change is surely all we know.
A fine memorial of a great lady.