
The Stolen Branch : Pablo Neruda
The Stolen Branch In the night we shall go into steala flowering branch. We shall climb over the wallin the … Continue reading The Stolen Branch : Pablo Neruda
The Stolen Branch In the night we shall go into steala flowering branch. We shall climb over the wallin the … Continue reading The Stolen Branch : Pablo Neruda
Completing my formative years here! It’s still unbelievable when I look at the number! I pinch my self, is it … Continue reading Celebrating Five Years…
I remember you as you were that final autumn. You were a gray beret and the whole being at peace. … Continue reading A poem by Pablo Neruda
Of the many men who I am, who we are, I can’t find a single; they disappear among my clothes, … Continue reading We are many – Pablo Neruda
The People I recall that man and not two centuries have passed since I saw him, he went neither … Continue reading The People : Pablo Neruda
Granted one poet’s experience with manual metaphysics doesn’t make a poetics; but I’ve pared my nails to the quick to … Continue reading Pablo Neruda
Why such harsh machinery? Why, to write down the stuff and people of everyday, must poems be dressed up in … Continue reading Sweetness,always(Dulce siempre)
A certain weariness I don’t want to be tired alone, I want you to grow tired along with me. How … Continue reading A certain weariness [Cierto cansancio]- Pablo Neruda
The child’s foot is not yet aware it’s a foot, and would like to be a butterfly or an apple. … Continue reading To the foot from its child [ Al pie desde su niño ] –Pablo Neruda