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Wednesday, September 14, 2011

  Best. Neruda Poem. Ever.

I think what I've been needing in my life is more Neruda. An inoculation, if you will. And today's dose opened my heart in a wonderful, wonderful way. The way you hope a poem will.

Last night, while reaching for my usual go to Neruda book, The Book of Questions, another book quite literally jumped off my shelf and landed at my feet.



I freely admit that I bought this book because I couldn't resist its golden swirls on pink. And its size. It's about as long as my hand and there is something so comforting about reading a small book.

I took its flight off my bookshelf as a sign, the Universe trying to put it in my way. So I picked the book up and read the first poem:
En ti la tierra.

I felt a sigh rise in my chest, my heart swell. This. This is what I've been needing, I thought.

This morning I walked out my door with the little book in my bag. While on the bus I read more and then I found the most amazing poem. The most beautiful poem I think I've ever read.

Tus Pies por Pablo Neruda
   
Cuando no puedo mirar tu cara
miro tus pies.

Tus pies de hueso arqueado,
tus pequeños pies duros.

Yo sé que te sostienen,
y que tu dulce peso
sobre ellos se levanta.

Tu cintura y tus pechos,
la duplicada púrpura
de tus pezones,
la caja de tus ojos
que recién han volado,
tu ancha boca de fruta,
tu cabellera roja,
pequeña torre mía.

Pero no amo tus pies
sino porque anduvieron
sobre la tierra y sobre
el viento y sobre el agua,
hasta que me encontraron.


Your feet

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.

Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.

I know that they support you,
and that your gentle weight
rises upon them.

Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.

But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.


-M

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