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The Wide Ocean
The Wide Ocean
Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruit
of your gifts and destructions, into my hand,
I would choose your far-of…
The Weary One
The Weary One
The weary one, orphan
of the masses, the self,
the crushed one, the one made of concrete,
the one without a country in crow…
The Tree Is Here, Still, In Pure Stone
The Tree Is Here, Still, In Pure Stone
The tree is here, still, in pure stone,
in deep evidence, in solid beauty,
layered, through a hundred mill…
The Saddest Poem
The Saddest Poem
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiv…
The People
The People
I recall that man and not two centuries
have passed since I saw him,
he went neither by horse nor by carriage:
purely on foot …
The Queen
The Queen
I have named you queen.
There are taller than you, taller.
There are purer than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, loveli…
The Night in Isla Negra
The Night in Isla Negra
Ancient night and the unruly salt
beat at the walls of my house.
The shadow is all one, the sky
throbs now along …
The Light Wraps You
The Light Wraps You
The light wraps you in its mortal flame.
Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way
against the old propellers of the twighli…
The House of Odes
The House of Odes
Writing
these
odes
in this
year nineteen
hundred and
fifty-five,
readying and tuning
The Fear
The Fear
They all ask me to jump
to invigorate and to play soccer,
to run, to swim and to fly.
Very well.
They al…
Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked?
Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked?
Tell me, is the rose naked
Or is that her only dress?
Why do trees conceal
The splendor of th…
The Dictators
The Dictators
An odor has remained among the sugarcane:
a mixture of blood and body, a penetrating
petal that brings nausea.
Between the …
Sonnet XXXIV
Sonnet XXXIV
You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
cook, your blood is quick as the s…
Sonnet XXV
Sonnet XXV
Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:
I wavered through the streets, among
Objects:
Nothing mattered or had a name:
Sonnet XVII
Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark thin…
Sonnet XIII:The light that rises from your feet to your hair
Sonnet XIII:The light that rises from your feet to your hair
The light that rises from your feet to your hair,
the strength enfolding your delicate form,…
Sonnet XCV:Who ever desired each other as we do
Sonnet XCV:Who ever desired each other as we do
Who ever desired each other as we do? Let us look
for the ancient ashes of hearts that burned,
an…
Sonnet VIII
Sonnet VIII
If your eyes were not the color of the moon,
of a day full [here, interrupted by the baby waking -- continued about 26
hours later ] …
Sonnet LXVI: I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Sonnet LXVI: I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From wa…
Sonnet LXXXI
Sonnet LXXXI
And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisibl…
Sonnet IX: There where the waves shatter
Sonnet IX: There where the waves shatter
There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks
the clear light bursts and enacts its rose,
and the …
Soneto XVII
Soneto XVII
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas o…
Saddest Poem
Saddest Poem
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver i…
Some Beasts
Some Beasts
It was the twilight of the iguana:
From a rainbowing battlement,
a tongue like a javelin
lunging in verdure;
…