gratuitous poetry
22 Dec 2003 01:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cimoreneyou are here. oh, you do not run away.
you will answer me to the last cry.
cling to me as though you were frightened.
even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.
now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
while the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
i love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.
how you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
so many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.
-three verses of pablo neruda's 'juegas todos los días'
Tú estás aquí. Ah tú no huyes
Tú me responderás hasta el último grito.
Ovíllate a mi lado como si tuvieras miedo.
Sin embargo alguna vez corrió una sombra extraña por tus ojos.
Ahora, ahora también, pequeña, me traes madreselvas,
y tienes hasta los senos perfumados.
Mientras el viento triste galopa matando mariposas
yo te amo, y mi alegría muerde tu boca de ciruela.
Cuanto te habrá dolido acostumbrarte a mí,
a mi alma sola y salvaje, a mi nombre que todos ahuyentan.
Hemos visto arder tantas veces el lucero besándonos los ojos
y sobre nuestras cabezas destorcerse los crepúsculos en abanicos girantes.
this icon* says 'the plum of your mouth.' one of my new faramir ones says 'solitary and savage.'
*i watched the ep ii extras for the documentary about yoda, but then i had to see the rest. and i realized how very very much i liked this dress, and particularly the veil. it didn't take long to squash my shame at liking a wedding veil, oh no. and the rest is icon history!
you will answer me to the last cry.
cling to me as though you were frightened.
even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.
now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
while the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
i love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.
how you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
so many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.
-three verses of pablo neruda's 'juegas todos los días'
Tú estás aquí. Ah tú no huyes
Tú me responderás hasta el último grito.
Ovíllate a mi lado como si tuvieras miedo.
Sin embargo alguna vez corrió una sombra extraña por tus ojos.
Ahora, ahora también, pequeña, me traes madreselvas,
y tienes hasta los senos perfumados.
Mientras el viento triste galopa matando mariposas
yo te amo, y mi alegría muerde tu boca de ciruela.
Cuanto te habrá dolido acostumbrarte a mí,
a mi alma sola y salvaje, a mi nombre que todos ahuyentan.
Hemos visto arder tantas veces el lucero besándonos los ojos
y sobre nuestras cabezas destorcerse los crepúsculos en abanicos girantes.
this icon* says 'the plum of your mouth.' one of my new faramir ones says 'solitary and savage.'
*i watched the ep ii extras for the documentary about yoda, but then i had to see the rest. and i realized how very very much i liked this dress, and particularly the veil. it didn't take long to squash my shame at liking a wedding veil, oh no. and the rest is icon history!
