2005-10-18 06:36:41Jenny van Formosa
Love Sonnet
I want to look back and see you in the branches.
Little by little you turned into fruit.
It was easy for you to rise from the roots,
singing your syllable of sap.
Here you will be a fragrant flower first,
changed to the statuesque from of a kiss,
till the sun and the earth, blood and the sky, fulfill
their promises of sweetness and pleasure, in you.
There in the branches I will recognize your hair,
your image ripening in the leaves,
bringing the petals nearer my thirst,
and my mouth will fill with the taste of you,
the kiss that rose from the earth
with your blood, the blood of a lover’s fruit.
By PABLO NERUDA
Little by little you turned into fruit.
It was easy for you to rise from the roots,
singing your syllable of sap.
Here you will be a fragrant flower first,
changed to the statuesque from of a kiss,
till the sun and the earth, blood and the sky, fulfill
their promises of sweetness and pleasure, in you.
There in the branches I will recognize your hair,
your image ripening in the leaves,
bringing the petals nearer my thirst,
and my mouth will fill with the taste of you,
the kiss that rose from the earth
with your blood, the blood of a lover’s fruit.
By PABLO NERUDA