Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Daily Dose


From All the Odes, by Pablo Neruda, edited (and translated) by Ilan Stavans

SOMEDAY, WINTER

"I will be able to reach
your tallest space of whiteness
without you biting me,
I will pass by while greeting
your unchained monarchy.
I will tip my hat
under the same rain
of my childhood
because I will be sure
of your waters..."

From 220 / Ode to Winter

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