Leaning Into The Afternoons Poem by Pablo Neruda
Leaning Into The Afternoons
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
its arms turning like a drowning man's.
I send out red signals across your absent eyes
that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse.
You keep only darkness, my distant female,
from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.
Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets
to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.
The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.
The night gallops on its shadowy mare
shedding blue tassels over the land.
A great poem on human emotions beautifully in the poem of the great poet and likes it.
I particularly like the last two couplets. It's interesting, even though the piece obviously holds no pretensions to the form, this poem feels quite a bit like a ghazal. Simply the feel of the lines, I suppose. For some reason, Neruda has never grown on me as I would like him to do, but I rather like this. Perhaps I simply need to read more of his work.
No person who has ever loved should be without a poem from Neruda. No-one.
pablo, my share of your experience of love your walk it soothes the part of my heart that springs smartness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/8/2024 10:29:24 AM # 1.0.0
i cant get enough of him. thsi was the fisrt poem i heard from pablo and it really broke my heart.... leaning is something surreal...