Sonnet 11 by Pablo Neruda 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 … Continue reading I Crave Your Mouth: Sonnet 11
If I could write you a sonnet The sky would be my paper The stars my ink, the galaxies my words Even then, I wouldn't write Because when I think of you Thoughts fail, words give up Stars fall, in shame As I give in to my soul Where the beating of your heart Is … Continue reading Music to my soul
I have changed a lot in this version, and I think I love this much better than the previous one. ................... This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. She looked out her window to see the sun set fade to black as she … Continue reading Loving, Leaving, Knowing: Part 3.