Love Poem:
Love Sonnet VII
Come with me, I said,
and no one knew where,
or how my pain throbbed,
no carnations or barcaroles for me,
only a wound that love had opened.
I said it again: Come with me,
as if I were dying,
and no one saw the moon
that bled in my mouth
or the blood that rose into silence.
O Love, now we can forget the star
that has such thorns!
That is why,
when I heard your voice repeat
Come with me,
it was as if you had let loose
the grief, the love, the fury
of a cork-trapped wine
that geysers flooding
from deep in its vault;
in my mouth I felt the taste
of fire again,
of blood and carnations,
of rock & scald.
– Pablo Neruda |
