Topic: Pablo Neruda

[dayzee]

Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII) - Pablo Neruda


Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.
Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.
As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.

http://media.putfile.com/sting---love-sonnet

[light play]

XI
Pablo Neruda

“Tanjesc gura ta, vocea ta, parul tau,
Tacut, lihnit, hoinaresc pe strazi.
Painea nu ma hraneste, rasaritul ma sfarama, mereu.
Vanez sunetul lichid al pasilor tai neincetat.
Mi-e foame de rasul tau delicat,
De mainile tale de culoarea graului salbatec
Mi-e foame de pietrele pale ale unghiilor tale,
Vreau sa-ti mananc pielea ca o migdala intreaga.

Vreau sa mananc raza de soare aprinsa-n corpul tau,
Nasul, suveran pe fata aroganta,
Vreau sa mananc umbra tracatoare a genelor tale,

Si iti dau tarcoale flamand, adulmecand apusul de soare
Vanandu-te, cautandu-ti inima fierbinte,
Ca o puma in desertul salbatic.”

Here’s the original version and the English one:

XI

Tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo
y por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado,
no me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia,
busco el sonido líquido de tus pies en el día.

Estoy hambriento de tu risa resbalada,
de tus manos color de furioso granero,
tengo hambre de la pálida piedra de tus uñas,
quiero comer tu piel como una intacta almendra.

Quiero comer el rayo quemado en tu hermosura,
la nariz soberana del arrogante rostro,
quiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pestañas

y hambriento vengo y voy olfatendo el crepúsculo
buscándole, buscando tu corazón caliente

XI

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.

[nicole_]

Pablo Neruda - De ma vei uita


Vreau sa iti spun un lucru.....
Stii cum se intimpla:
daca privesc luna de cristal si ramura de arama
a toamnei linistite, la fereastra mea,
daca ating, alaturi de foc,
cenusa care aluneca printre degete
sau trupul zbircit al lemnului,
totul ma duce spre tine
de parca tot ceea ce exista:
arome, lumina, metale,
sunt mici corabii, navigind
spre insulele tale care ma asteapta.

Ei bine,
daca incetul cu incetul vei inceta sa ma iubesti,
voi inceta sa te iubesc, incetul cu incetul.
Daca pe neasteptate
ma vei uita,
sa nu ma mai cauti:
te voi fi uitat de mult.
Daca ti se pare imens si zanatec
vintul de steaguri
ce-mi trece prin viata,
daca te hotarasti
sa ma arunci la malul
inimii in care mi-am infipt radacinile,
gindeste-te
ca in aceasta zi,
la aceasta ora,
voi ridica bratele
si vor zbura radacinile mele
sa-si afle alt pamint.

Dar daca zi de zi si ceas de ceas
simti ca imi esti sortit mie,
cu intregul tau farmec,
daca zi de zi rasare
pe buzele tale o floare care ma cauta,
atunci sa stii iubirea mea,
ca tot acest foc se repeta in mine,
in mine nimic nu se stinge si nimic nu se uita.
Dragostea mea
se hraneste din dragostea ta
si atit cit vei trai
dragostea mea
va ramine in bratele tale
fara sa se desprinda dintr-ale mele.

[dayzee]

Body of a Woman

By Pablo Neruda

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and nigh swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boudnless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.

[Dr Jekkyl]

Pot sa scriu versurile cele mai triste acum

Pot sa scriu versurile cele mai triste acum.
Sa scriu de pilda :”noaptea-i instelata
Si tremura sub gheata, in departare, astrii
Vantul noptii se roteste prin ceruri si canta”.
Pot sa scriu versurile cele mai triste in noaptea asta.
Da, am iubit-o si, uneori, si ea m-a iubit.
In nopti precum aceasta, am avut-o in bratele mele
Si, sub cerul fara margini, am sarutat-o de atatea ori.
Ea m-a iubit si, uneori si eu am iubit-o ;
Cum sa nu fi iubit nemiscarea marilor sai ochi.
S-ascult imensa noapte, mai imensa fara ea.
Si versul cade-n suflet ca roua peste iarba.
Ce importanta are ca dragostea mea n-o mai poate pastra ?
Noaptea e plina de stele si eu sunt fara ea.
Aceasta-i tot. In departare cineva canta. In departare.
Cu aceasta pierdere sufletul meu nu se poate impaca.
Ca si cand ar dori s-o apropie, ochii mei o cauta.
Inima mea o cauta, si ea nu e cu mine.
Aceasta noapte leagana aceiasi arbori,
Numai noi, cei de atunci, nu mai suntem aceiasi.
N-o mai iubesc, e adevarat,
Dar cat am iubit-o !...

[Dr Jekkyl]

degete arse

romanie straveche bucuresti aurit
asa apareai
infernalelor si cerestilor noastre republici
ale americii
pastorala erai si intunecata
spini si torturi iti strajuiau
mizeria groaznica
in timp ce madame charmante
divaga prin saloane pe frantuzeste
biciul cadea
pe ranile poporului tau
in timp ce literati eleganti
-in revistele lor-
il studiau pe lawrence spionul
pe heidegger sau pe "notre petit dieu"
"tout allait bien a bucarest"
petrolul
lasa pe degete arsuri
si-nnegrea chipul
multor romani
ca sa se schimbe-n mormane
de lire sterline
la new york si londra
de aceea
era atat de elegant bucurestiul
atat de suave cucuonele
"ah quel charme monsieur!"
in timp ce foamea
dadea tarcoale inaltand
furculita ei goala
prin mahalalele negre
si prin trista campie
ah da domnilor era
intocmai ca buenos aires
ca santiago sau lima
bogota si sao paolo
unii putini dansau in salon
schimband suspine intre ei
clubul si revistele literare
erau foarte europene
foamea era romaneasca
frigul era romanesc
jalea saracilor
in teascul comun era romaneasca
si asa mergea viata
din floare in floare ca si-n continentul meu
cu inchisorile pline
si valsu-n gradini
oui madame ce lume
a fost ce ireparabila
pierdere pentru intreaga
suflare distinsa!
cu bucurestiul s-a ispravit
acel gust aceea linie
acel delicios amestec
de putregaisi "patiserie"!
groaznic imi pare
eu spun
ca pana si culoarea locala
pitorestile zdrentuitele straie
cersetorii incolaciti ca radacinile
fetele care tremurand
asteptau noaptea
la portile balului
toate acestea vai ce oroare au disparut
ce ne vom face chere madame
vom scoate pe alte meleaguri
vreo revista a negustorilor de vite
profund preocupati de "metaphisique"

[Dr Jekkyl]

Cine moare ?


Moare cate putin cine se transforma in sclavul obisnuintei, urmand in fiecare zi aceleasi traiectorii;
cine nu-si schimba existenta;
cine nu risca sa construiasca ceva nou;
cine nu vorbeste cu oamenii pe care nu-i cunoaste.
Moare cate putin cine-si face din televiziune un guru.
Moare cate putin cine evita pasiunea,
cine prefera negrul pe alb si punctele pe "i" in locul unui vartej de emotii, acele emotii care invata ochii sa staluceasca, oftatul sa surada si care elibereaza sentimentele inimii.
Moare cate putin cine nu pleaca atunci cand este nefericit in lucrul sau cine nu risca certul pentru incert pentru a-si indeplini un vis;
cine nu-si permite macar o data in viata sa nu asculte sfaturile "responsabile".
Moare cate putin cine nu calatoreste;
cine nu citeste;
cine nu asculta muzica;
cine nu cauta harul din el insusi.
Moare cate putin cine-si distruge dragostea;
cine nu se lasa ajutat.
Moare cate putin cine-si petrece zilele plangandu-si de mila si detestand ploaia care nu mai inceteaza.
Moare cate putin cine abandoneaza un proiect inainte de a-l fi inceput;
cine nu intreaba de frica sa nu se faca de ras si cine nu raspunde chiar daca cunoaste intrebarea.

Evitam moartea cate putin, amintindu-ne intotdeauna ca "a fi viu" cere un
efort mult mai mare decat simplul fapt de a respira.
Doar rabdarea cuminte ne va face sa cucerim o fericire splendida. Totul depinde de cum o traim...

Daca va fi sa te infierbanti, infierbanta-te la soare
Daca va fi sa inseli, inseala-ti stomacul
Daca va fi sa plangi, plangi de bucurie
Daca va fi sa minti, minte in privinta varstei tale
Daca va fi sa furi, fura o sarutare
Daca va fi sa pierzi, pierde-ti frica
Daca va fi sa simti foame, simte foame de iubire
Daca va fi sa doresti sa fii fericit, doreste-ti in
fiecare zi...

[dayzee]

Sonnet LXXXI
     
And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away; your eyes closed like two gray
wings, and I move

after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.

[dayzee]

Two happy lovers

Two happy lovers make one bread,
a single moon drop in the grass.
Walking, they cast two shadows that flow together;
waking, they leave one sun empty in their bed.

Of all the possible truths, they chose the day;
they held it, not with ropes but with an aroma.
They did not shred the peace; they did not shatter words;
their happiness is a transparent tower.

The air and wine accompany the lovers.
The night delights them with its joyous petals.
They have a right to all the carnations.

Two happy lovers, without an ending, with no death,
they are born, they die, many times while they live:
they have the eternal life of the Natural.

[dayzee]

I do not love you

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

[dayzee]

Don't go far off

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

[kitty]

si varianta or:

Cuerpo de Mujer…

Cuerpo de mujer, blancas colinas, muslos blancos,

te pareces al mundo en tu actitud de entrega.

Mi cuerpo de labriego salvaje te socava

y hace saltar el hijo del fondo de la tierra.

Fui solo como un túnel. De mí huían los pájaros,

como una flecha en mi arco, como una piédra en mi honda.

Pero cae la hora de la venganza, y te amo.

Cuerpo de piel, de musgo, de leche ávida y firme.

¡Ah los vasos del pecho! ¡Ah los ojos de ausencia!

¡Ah las rosas del pubis! ¡Ah tu voz lenta y triste!


y en mí la noche entraba su invasión poderosa.

Para sobrevivirme te forjé como un arma,

Cuerpo de mujer mía, persistiré en tu gracia.

¡Mi sed, mi ansia sin límite, mi camino indeciso!

Oscuros cauces donde la sed enterna sigue,

y la fatiga sigue, y el dolor infinito.

[dayzee]

I like for you to be still...

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true

[dayzee]

Poetry

And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating planations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesmal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.

http://media.putfile.com/03-Poetry

[dayzee]

Leaning into the afternoons

Leaning into the afternoons,
I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes.
There, in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames;
Its arms turning like a drowning man's.
I send out red signals across your absent eyes
That wave like the sea, or the beach by a lighthouse.
You keep only darkness my distant female;
From your regard sometimes, the coast of dread emerges.

Leaning into the afternoons,
I fling my sad nets to that sea that is thrashed
By your oceanic eyes.
The birds of night peck at the first stars
That flash like my soul when I love you.
The night, gallops on its shadowy mare
Shedding blue tassels over the land.

http://media.putfile.com/04-Leaning-into-the-afternoons

[dayzee]

Poor Fellows
     
What it takes on this planet,
to make love to each other in peace.
Everyone pries under your sheets,
everyone interferes with your loving.
They say terrible things about a man and a woman,
who after much milling about,
all sorts of compunctions,
do something unique,
they both lie with each other in one bed.
I ask myself whether frogs are so furtive,
or sneeze as they please.
Whether they whisper to each other in swamps about illegitimate frogs,
or the joys of amphibious living.
I ask myself if birds single out enemy birds,
or bulls gossip with bullocks before they go out in public with cows.
Even the roads have eyes and the parks their police.
Hotels spy on their guests,
windows name names,
canons and squadrons debark on missions to liquidate love.
All those ears and those jaws working incessantly,
till a man and his girl
have to raise their climax,
full tilt,
on a bicycle.

http://media.putfile.com/05-Poor-fellows

[dayzee]

Ode to the sea

Here
Surrounding the island
There's sea.
But what sea?
It's always overflowing.
Says yes,
Then no,
Then no again,
And no,
Says yes
In blue
In sea spray
Raging,
Says no
And no again.
It can't be still.
It stammers
My name is sea.

It slaps the rocks
And when they aren't convinced,
Strokes them
And soaks them
And smothers them with kisses.
With seven green tongues
Of seven green dogs
Or seven green tigers
Or seven green seas,
Beating its chest,
Stammering its name,

Oh Sea,
This is your name.
Oh comrade ocean,
Don't waste time
Or water
Getting so upset
Help us instead.
We are meager fishermen,
Men from the shore
Who are hungry and cold
And you're our foe.

Don't beat so hard,
Don't shout so loud,
Open your green coffers,
Place gifts of silver in our hands.
Give us this day our daily fish.

http://media.putfile.com/06-Ode-to-the-sea

[dayzee]

Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks
     
All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.
They had been drinking: they began to spit.
Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.
She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.
Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears.
Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.
They blackened her with burnt corks and cigarette stubs,
and rolled around laughing on the tavern floor.
She did not speak because she had no speech.
Her eyes were the colour of distant love,
her twin arms were made of white topaz.
Her lips moved, silent, in a coral light,
and suddenly she went out by that door.
Entering the river she was cleaned,
shining like a white stone in the rain,
and without looking back she swam again
swam towards emptiness, swam towards death.

http://media.putfile.com/07-Fable-of-the-mermaid-and-the-drunks

[dayzee]

Ode to a Beautiful Nude

With a chaste heart - with pure eyes - I celebrate your beauty.
Holding the leash of blood so that it might leap out
And trace your outline while you lie down in my Ode
As in a land of forests or in surf,
In aromatic loam or in sea music

Beautiful nude -
Equally beautiful your feet
Arched by primeval tap of wind and sound.
Your ears, small shells of the splendid American sea.

Your breasts, a level plenitude fulfilled by living light.
Your flying eyelids of wheat, revealing or enclosing
The two deep countries of your eyes.

The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions
Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple,
Continues, separating your beauty down into two columns
Of burnished gold ..fine alabaster
To sink into the two grapes of your feet
Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises ..
Flowering fire .. open chandelier
A swelling fruit over the pact of sea and earth.

From what materials? agate? quartz? wheat? Did your body come together?
Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills.
The cleavage of one petal, sweet fruits of a deep velvet
Until alone remained, astonished
The fine and firm feminine form.

It is not only light that falls over the world,
Spreading inside your body it's suffocated snow ..
So much as clarity ..taking it's leave of you
As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

http://media.putfile.com/08-Ode-to-a-beautiful-nude

[dayzee]

I like for you to be still...

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true

http://media.putfile.com/09-I-like-for-you-to-be-still