Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Love for This Book, excerpt


We asked the ocean for its rose,

its open star, its bitter contact,

and to the overburdened, to the fellow human being, to the wounded

we gave the freedom gathered in the wind.

It’s late now. Perhaps

it was only a long day the color of honey and blue,

perhaps only a night, like the eyelid

of a grave look that encompassed

the measure of the sea that surrounded us,

and in this territory we found only a kiss,

only ungraspable love that will remain here

wandering among the sea foam and roots.

–Pablo Neruda
Clark Zlotchew/Dennis Maloney translation


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