Your Hands Poem by Pablo Neruda

Your Hands

Rating: 2.8


When your hands leap
towards mine, love,
what do they bring me in flight?
Why did they stop
at my lips, so suddenly,
why do I know them,
as if once before,
I have touched them,
as if, before being,
they travelled
my forehead, my waist?
Their smoothness came
winging through time,
over the sea and the smoke,
over the Spring,
and when you laid
your hands on my chest
I knew those wings
of the gold doves,
I knew that clay,
and that colour of grain.
The years of my life
have been roadways of searching,
a climbing of stairs,
a crossing of reefs.
Trains hurled me onwards
waters recalled me,
on the surface of grapes
it seemed that I touched you.
Wood, of a sudden,
made contact with you,
the almond-tree summoned
your hidden smoothness,
until both your hands
closed on my chest,
like a pair of wings
ending their flight.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Miemi Azmi Jamal 25 March 2011

Devine! amazing writen and feels so sexy, sincere and simply amazing

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dimash 18 February 2019

who bro knows when he published this poem? please please help me!

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Unnikrishnan E S 13 December 2018

Your hands..... Their smoothness came winging through time, How romantic! ! ! The eternal lover! Poet unparalleled!

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M Asim Nehal 10 March 2016

Wow I knew those wings......Lovely.10+++

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Susan Williams 17 November 2015

until both your hands closed on my chest, like a pair of wings ending their flight. - - -well, just shoot me now, love doesn't get any better than this

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Manonton Dalan 16 November 2015

hmmmm that's romantic I see

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