Sonnet XI

Pablo Neruda

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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

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  • fay5414594573

    WOW, THIS POEM REALLY GOT ME! "BREAD DOES NOT NOURISH ME, DAWN DISRUPTS ME" - I MEAN, WHO HASN'T FELT LOSS AND LONELINESS LIKE THAT BEFORE. THE INTENS FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS HERE JST JUMP OFF THE PAGE. ITS LIKE, FEELING SO HUNGRY ONLY FOR SOMEONE'S LAUGHTER OR THEIR VOICE. EVERY THOUGHT SEEMS TO GO BACK TO THAT PERSON. REALLY POWERFUL STUFF!