Clearly it is time for some Pablo Neruda poetry in my life. Today’s sampling in Garrison Keillor’s Writer’s Almanac whet my appetite. So beautiful. The last line is one of the most romantic things I’ve ever read.
From Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair (translated by W.S. Merwin):
My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
