Love, We'Re Going Home Now

Love, we're going home now,
Where the vines clamber over the trellis:
Even before you, the summer will arrive,
On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom.

Our nomadic kisses wandered over all the world:
Armenia, dollop of disinterred honey:
Ceylon, green dove: and the YangTse with its old
Old patience, dividing the day from the night.

And now, dearest, we return, across the crackling sea
Like two blind birds to their wall,
To their nest in a distant spring:

Because love cannot always fly without resting,
Our lives return to the wall, to the rocks of the sea:
Our kisses head back home where they belong.

by Pablo Neruda

Comments (5)

dear David (box below) , thanks for the full poem! :)
LOL! I can see him sitting down in front of his typewriter, a weary expression on his face. He still had the image of the man in his mind, probably the 1001st to ask him 'But where's the rhyme? ' And then he wrote the first line.
thanks for the full poem, david. pretty cool answer to all those roses-are-red people who think poems must rhyme etc
Here is the full poem. rhyming poem: the goldfish sing all night with guitars, and the whores go down with the stars, the whores go down with the stars I'm sorry, sir, we close at 4: 30, besides yr mother's neck is dirty, and the whores go down with the etc., the whrs. go dn. with the etc. I'm sorry jack you can't come back, I've fallen in love with another sap, 3/4 Italian and 1/2 Jap, and the whores go the whores go etc.