Sonnet Xi Poem by Pablo Neruda

Sonnet Xi

Rating: 3.6

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.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Castellenas John 21 March 2019

A amazing sonnet by Pablo. One of the great poems.

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Kentucky Refugee 30 December 2007

Even in translation, Neruda has a gift for capturing the intense animal aspect of the physical longing of unrequited love. His ability to capture passion and desire wedded to a spiritual connection that transcends the body and enters the realm of the soul is unique.

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Annamaria Jara 29 June 2006

by far the best poem ever writen!

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