While there is still time

Waltz Pablo Neruda I touch hatred like a covered breast; I without stopping go from garment to garment, sleeping a...

Bird It was passed from one bird to another, the whole gift of the day. The day went from flute to flute, went dressed in vegetation, in fl...

 "At the time (in my youth), I was seeking out late afternoons, drab outskirts, and unhappiness; now I seek mornings,...

The thousandth post, I am told, though it's just a collection :)   If anyone's been reading this blog, I hope yo...

Your Hands Pablo Neruda When your hands go out, love, toward mine, what do they bring me flying? Why did they stop at my mouth, sudd...

Of university days. Of theatre, street plays, changing the world. The belief that we will never let this fire die, that...

"I want to resume the life of a shy person." Garrison Keillor "Shyness is a kink in the soul, a speci...

If I die, survive me with such a pure force you make the pallor and the coldness rage; flash your indelible eyes from south to south, fr...

I remember you as you were in the last autumn. You were the grey beret and the still heart. In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought o...

Matilde, where are you? Down there I noticed, under my necktie and just above the heart, a certain pang of grief between the ribs, you were ...

We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world. I have seen from my w...

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your h...

Every day you play with the light of the universe. Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water. You are more than this white head...

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, 'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The n...

...I am a poor man willing to love his fellow men. I don't know who you are. I love you. I don't give away thorns, and I don't s...

If you should ask me where I've been all this time I have to say 'Things happen.' I have to dwell on stones darkening the earth,...

Ah, I haven't stored my Neruda collection. I do not love you as if you were brine-rose, topaz, XVII From: ‘Cien sonetos de amor’ I do no...

If you should ask me where I've been all this time I have to say 'Things happen.' I have to dwell on stones darkening the e...