Pablo Neruda Hair Poems

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I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair
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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.
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Sonnet Xiii:The Light That Rises From Your Feet To Your Hair
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The light that rises from your feet to your hair,
the strength enfolding your delicate form,
are not mother of pearl, not chilly silver:
you are made of bread, a bread the fire adores.
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