‘carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon,’

Poem By Pablo Neruda

If you can not be direct,
Do not expect this from me.
I have discovered to be honest,
As others who are not...
Have created a dependency,
On choosing to become offended first.
With nothing deeper than this to comprehend.

Then to allow themselves finding in time,
A wish to have been unafraid...
Of those who spoke the truth.
And with a doing with cleared minds.
Since today so many have become addicted,
To their delusions and a getting of a quick fix.
With others who advocate this mindlessness.

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