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Happy Spring Equiniox!

Today, may the breath of spring whisper soft and scented against your neck...

Happy Equinox and Blessed Ostara



Every Day You Play

Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

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.

~Pablo Neruda


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chelidon
Mar. 20th, 2008 07:25 pm (UTC)
:) Here's to play! Io Pan, and Hulloo Herne!

Thanks for that -- glorious, sensual, delicious, and FUN!
jennlynn_green
Mar. 20th, 2008 07:51 pm (UTC)
You are quite welcome. Neruda is my favorite poet because he is so earthy and sensual. He speaks straight to my soul through the flush of my skin; uber-aphrodisia.

Have you read his 100 Love Sonnets: Cien sonetos de amor? Personally, I think reading it to a beloved can garner amazing results...(does C like poetry?)

This one, if read with the right tone and proximity, can make all types of clothing simply melt away...

SONNET XVI

I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
I have no other star. You are my replica
Of the multiplying universe.

Your wide eyes are the only light I know
From extinguished constellations;
Your skin throbs like the streak
Of a meteor through rain.

Your hips were that much of the moon for me;
Your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;
Your heart, fiery with its long red rays,

Was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing
You - compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.

- Pablo Neruda
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