I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair

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.


Translated by Stephen Tapscott

by Pablo Neruda

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Sorry, this one to me is not very understandable. Perhaps it truly deserves the rating of 6.5 out of ten given by the 19 voters so far.
Peace be with the 'great poet' Hope his words to his poems will serve as an everlasting reminder to all mankind that there can be 'peace' as long as we give it a chance.
Today, you died a stranger in a strange land You fought with words against the Tank Bodies go but we know your spirit will stand To carry your words and remain a helping hand The day will come, the children will see the homeland