Treasure Island

Pablo Neruda

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

The Song of Despair

You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time.
In you everything sank!
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.
Pilot's dread, fury of a blind diver,
turbulent drunkenness of love,
in you everything sank!

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Li Away (9/14/2008 6:39:00 AM)

    the ever romantic poet of such great subtleties

    ' you swallowed everything, like distance/like the sea, like time/ in you everything sank'

    it did indeed

    swak (Report) Reply

  • Cecilia Nicoletti (5/12/2007 5:01:00 PM)

    it is Pablo the only universal poet from Hispanic Literature.
    A roamer life to the last of idealistic and romantic men.
    this poem pictures the colours of deep dispair. (Report) Reply

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