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8:45 pm

In my sky at twilight you are a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet.
My sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon's
wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.
Huntress of the depths of my eyes, your plunder
stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.

You are taken in the net of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are wide as the sky.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.

~ Pablo Neruda

Comments

  1. diane bJanuary 6, 2012 at 11:10 PM

    A little bit of sunlight trying to stay alive.

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  2. UnknownJanuary 7, 2012 at 3:30 AM

    I knew I would love this series, it's beautiful!

    Regarding your question:
    Pillories were used for punishment and public humiliation and every portuguese town has one on its main square but that practice was abolished in the 18th century. The pillory of Oeiras was the last to be erected in the country, as others, emblem and symbol of municipal autonomy, achieved in 1759 with the creation of village and county.

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  3. JulieJanuary 7, 2012 at 9:13 PM

    I like Neruda, too. I once worked in the admin of a K-12 school and the English Master gave me a copy of a CD he used with his HSC students of the poetry of Neruda.

    Look at that line 'The lamp of my soul dyes your feet'. How wonderful to write something like that.

    Am I meant to be commenting on the photo ...

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  4. Joan ElizabethJanuary 7, 2012 at 11:44 PM

    JM. I loved preparing this series. After the shock of discovering the lake so deserted I realised quite quickly that the evening like was just magic.

    Julie, hee hee I KNEW you would comment on the poems. I bought a whole thick volume of Neruda some time ago but last year turned out so busy I haven't had time to savour it.

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