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 (4)

Flee from the crowd and dwell with truthfulness; Suffice thee with thy goods, tho' they be small: To hoard brings hate, to climb brings giddiness; The crowd has envy, and success blinds all; Desire no more than to thy lot may fall; Work well thyself to counsel others clear, And Truth shall make thee free, there is no fear! Torment thee not all crooked to redress, Nor put thy trust in fortune's turning ball; Great peace is found in little busy-ness, And war but kicks against a sharpened awl; Strive not, thou earthen pot, to break the wall; Subdue thyself, and others thee shall hear; And Truth shall make thee free, there is no fear! What God doth send, receive in gladsomeness; To wrestle for this world foretells a fall. Here is no home, here is but wilderness: Forth, pilgrim, forth; up, beast, and leave thy stall! Know thy country, look up, thank God for all: Hold the high way, thy soul the pioneer, And Truth shall make thee free, there is no fear! Therefore, poor beast, forsake thy wretchedness; No longer let the vain world be thy stall. His mercy seek who in his mightiness Made thee of naught, but not to be a thrall. Pray freely for thyself and pray for all Who long for larger life and heavenly cheer; And Truth shall make thee free, there is no fear! http: //
It is no dread; so the man said, but it is a crime to waste my time struggling to read these old words indeed.
Each one of the lines of this poem leads us to the virtues of righteousness. I recall the following ones: Savour no more than thee behove shall; / Read well thyself, that other folk canst read; / And truth thee shall deliver, it is no dread.
Soothfastness. Nice work.