Wetzelbill
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Tue Jul-26-05 11:39 PM
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For bicentennial_baby.......again |
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Leaning Into The Afternoons by Pablo Neruda
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes.
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, its arms turning like a drowning man's.
I send out red signals across your absent eyes that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse.
You keep only darkness, my distant female, from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.
Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.
The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.
The night gallops on its shadowy mare shedding blue tassels over the land.
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Tue Jul-26-05 11:42 PM
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You're killing me over here....sigh. So good. :)
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Tue Jul-26-05 11:49 PM
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2. See, I would write one myself, but I'll just let Pablo do my dirty work |
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:)
I always loved this line "You keep only darkness, my distant female," It's so melancholy and strong, like he is just yearning for her with all his heart, perplexed and not being able to quite reach her. This one just seems tinged with beauty and sadness to me. I love it though.
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Tue Jul-26-05 11:52 PM
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3. The birds of night peck at the first stars |
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that flash like my soul when I love you.
I don't have a smilie for that one... ;)
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Tue Jul-26-05 11:53 PM
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5. oh I wish I could come up with a line like that |
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Just once! Some people are just so skilled it isn't even fair. :)
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Tue Jul-26-05 11:52 PM
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4. for the heckuvit here is my latest |
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Not even in the same class or even the same world of skill of Neruda, but I bust out some poetry when I am so inclined. :)
Alabaster skin caped in ivory Golden beam drenches the air She illuminates the world at an altar A future snapshot preserved forever
That day held my heart etched memory She radiated an aurora dawn engulfing me A smile cantillates nonexistent songs in ears Dreams hold as our arms grasp tightly
I remember her as an early spring morning Salmon flecks seamlessly across the sky Sunlight coruscates filaments as shadows melt Unraveling my loss of control and words
Fitted black standing in the Sonora desert He etches resplendence, hears nonexistent songs My illusion dreams burning springtime snapshots Album keepsakes, before her summer begins
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