April 9, 2014
Reading Neruda's love poems this I feel, The woman that he loves is some divine Eternal feminine, a maker of worlds, Executrix of One who stands behind. His words, both intimate and sensual Soar beyond this life of lust and need And even Nature from his mighty pen Apotheosized and beauty is her face. Sadness and longing his expressions too Of dreams that lie in us awaiting still The moment when the soul steps forth and sings. All life is prelude to our awakenings.
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