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"Wine

stirs the spring, happiness

bursts through the earth like a plant,

walls crumble,

and rocky cliffs,

chasms close,

as song is born.

A jug of wine, and thou beside me

in the wilderness,

sang the ancient poet.

Let the wine pitcher

add to the kiss of love its own."

...from Ode to Wine, by Neruda

   

Below are

Lines from my new book of Pablo Neruda poems

(first 5 sets are first lines,

next 5, somewhere in the middle and

last 5 are last lines).

 

Beginning, somewhere in the middle... end.

 

All night I have slept with you

next to the sea, on the island.

 

Your whole body has

a fullness or gentleness destined for me.

 

Love, a question

has destroyed you.

 

What’s wrong with you, with us,

What’s happening to us?

 

You have not made me suffer,

merely wait.

 

~

you see that life goes with me

and that behind us is death.

 

you must open your eyes

so that I may search in them

 

my words will keep

the hollow of your form

 

and thus you are, bread

and light and shadow

 

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

 

~

And each wound has

the shape of your mouth.

 

we shall see each other again,

Ah great love, small beloved.

 

why, why, why,

my love, why?

 

to show the fire and the tenderness

of a true love.

 

made for my kisses,

made for my soul.

 

- - all random lines by pablo neruda - -

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Taken on December 31, 2008