Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Potter - Poem by Pablo Neruda

Your whole body has
a fullness or a gentleness destined for me.

When I move my hand up
I find in each place a dove
that was seeking me, as
if they had, love, made you of clay
for my own potter's hands.

Your knees, your breasts,
your waist
are missing parts of me like the hollow
of a thirsty earth
from which they broke off
a form,
and together
we are complete like a single river,
like a single grain of sand.


Comments about Potter by Pablo Neruda

  • Saravanan Sivasubramanian (6/8/2017 7:25:00 AM)

    Your knees, your breasts,
    your waist
    are missing parts of me like the hollow
    of a thirsty earth

    I think this is the commentary about the poet's lover
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  • Brian Jani (4/27/2014 4:40:00 PM)

    Very nice layout of words (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 22, 2010



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