Pablo Neruda is beneath my skin...
I now know why so many people regard Pablo Neruda has one of the world's greatest love poets. He is. He most definitely is. Today, when I was taking a break from fixing up my senior project, I came across some of his stuff and I was blown away. It's like he got inside my head and expressed all my thoughts in the such beautiful words I have to wonder: Did I really feel that? Here's the first one I read and I just had to share.
Love 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.
Final thought: Poetry is to the soul as water is to the body. Here's my own short poem in the spirit of Pablo Neruda.
You are to me as the sun is to the flower.
You nourish me as no food can.
You leave me, and it is as if
All blood has left my body.