Pablo Neruda

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

Sonnet XXVII: Naked You Are As Simple as one of your Hands


Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
You have moonlines, applepathways:
Naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

Naked, you are blue as the night in Cuba;
You have 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.

Submitted: Monday, March 22, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Sonnet XXVII: Naked You Are As Simple as one of your Hands by Pablo Neruda )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

New Poems

  1. souless foots, Omobude Saint perry
  2. الأم والطفلة الضائعة, بدر شاكر السياب
  3. Colors Of Emotion, Marchelle Walter
  4. Colours, Marchelle Walter
  5. عقدة المطر, نزار قباني
  6. عق, نزار قباني
  7. قراءة ثانية فى مقدمة ابن خلدون, نزار قباني
  8. her demon, Omobude Saint perry
  9. YOUR LOVE PROVE THEM WRONG., Changez Ndzai
  10. If I Had A Chance, Ronald Chapman

Poem of the Day

poet Emily Dickinson

239

"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree—
Provided it do hopeless—hang—
That—"Heaven" is—to Me!

...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet John Burroughs

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]