Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)

Sonnet Xi - Poem by Pablo Neruda

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.

Comments about Sonnet Xi by Pablo Neruda

  • Gold Star - 68,780 Points Fabrizio Frosini (11/24/2015 5:19:00 AM)

    An erotic poem this one.. :) In 'Sonnet XI' Neruda details with quiet intensity the fierceness of his love and desire for his paramour.. the author wants to consume his lover. Neruda likens himself to a jungle cat on the prowl, desperate for her.. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Kentucky Refugee (12/30/2007 5:55:00 PM)

    Even in translation, Neruda has a gift for capturing the intense animal aspect of the physical longing of unrequited love. His ability to capture passion and desire wedded to a spiritual connection that transcends the body and enters the realm of the soul is unique. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Annamaria Jara (6/29/2006 11:29:00 AM)

    by far the best poem ever writen! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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