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Blogs > alteridalterego > Sensual Symphony

alteridalterego 64M
552 posts
8/22/2007 8:27 pm

Last Read:
8/24/2007 10:01 am
The She Bird

The She Bird

by Pablo Neruda

With my little terrestrial bird,
my rustic earthen jug,
I break out singing
the guitar's rain:
alleged autumn arrives
like a load of firewood,
decanting the aroma
that flew through the mountains,
and grape by grape my kisses
were joined to her bunch.

This proves that the afternoon
accumulated sweetness
like the amber process
or the order of violets.

Come flying, passenger,
let's fly with the coals,
live or cold,
with the disorderly darkness
of the obscure and the ardent.

Let's enter the ash,
let's move with the smoke,
let's live by the fire.

In mid autumn
we'll set the table
over the grassy hillside,
flying over Chillán
with your guitar in your wings.

alteridalterego 64M
787 posts
8/23/2007 6:21 am

 Thank you so much lostPersephone. I'm not aware of it being recorded so please let me know if you find it there. I often post song lyrics and it's my fault for not mentioning he's a Chilean poet. Sorry! xoxo


alteridalterego 64M
787 posts
8/24/2007 10:01 am

 Thank you so much kitty.



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