Is this sonnet not completely awesome? I am grateful for having my eyes opened.
Neruda's poetry is the stuff that makes one feel truly alive and realize the human condition. It is the stuff of life and how the lines between lust and love get blurred. I really appreciate some new found knowledge too. It is so crystal clear now.
Pablo Neruda's Sonnet 11
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.
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