shinyredstar

Ohhh... I really shouldn't go around posting poems in Spanish when I'm drunk Sorry 'bout that. Here's the translation of the poem below. It's another Pablo Neruda. His poetry read in a low voice in my ear makes me crazy wet.

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and night swamped me with it's crushing invasion.
To survuve myseld I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my biw, a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.