Jeg vil spise deg hel

You, apple,

are the object

of my praise.

I want to fill

my mouth

with your name.

I want to eat you whole.

Pablo Neruda: Oda la manzana

Pablo Neruda - Drunk as drunk

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky’s hot rim,
The day’s last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses

~

Pablo Neruda - Full Woman, Carnal Apple, Hot Moon

Full woman, carnal apple, hot moon,
thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light,
what obscure clarity opens between your columns?
What ancient night does man touch with his senses?

x 

Ah, loving is a voyage with water and with stars,
with drowning air and brusque storms of flour:
loving is a battle of lightning bolts,
and two bodies, overcome by one honey.

x

Kiss by kiss I travel across your small infinity,
your images, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and the genital fire transformed into delight
runs through the narrow trails of blood
until it plunges itself, like a nocturnal carnation,
until it is and is nothing more but a ray in the shadows.

x

~

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Pablo Neruda – Sonnet XII - fra 100 Love Sonnets

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I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

  

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