The Queen

Pablo Neruda

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I have named you queen.
There are taller than you, taller.
There are purer than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.

When you go through the streets
No one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
At the carpet of red gold
That you tread as you pass,
The nonexistent carpet.

And when you appear
All the rivers sound
In my body, bells
Shake the sky,
And a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,
Only you and I, my love,
Listen to me.

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  • pilarnorthern2

    Just read "The Queen" by Pablo Neruda, wow! Loved the "the carpet of red gold that you tread as you pass" bit. Seriously, can anyone tell me what the non-existent carpet is about? Typos and all, the poem is still a masterpiece. Guess that's why they call him a legend.