adonic angela
de Pablo Neruda(2006)
1 min lectură
Mediu
today I stretched out next to a pure young woman
as if at the shore of a white ocean,
as if at the center of a burning star
of slow space.
from her lengthily green gaze
the light fell like dry water,
in transparant and deep circles
of fresh force.
her bosom like a two flamed fire
burned raised in two regions,
and in a double river reached
her large, clear feet.
a climate of gold scarcely ripened
the diurnal length of her body
filling it with extended fruit
sand hidden fire.