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I came home from work last night so tired, but still wired, unable to sleep yet.  What to do?  This is what I did.  Please don’t vomit.  I read love poems from The Poetry of Pablo Neruda.

I began to relax and doze off as I read the soothing yet vivid poems.   (I doubt Senor Neruda’s more political poems would have had the same effect!)

 

 

THE INFINTE ONE

Do you see these hands? They have measured
the earth, they have separated
minerals and cereals,
they have made peace and war,
they have demolished the distances
of all the seas and rivers,
and yet,
when they move over you,
little one,
grain of wheat, swallow,
they can not encompass you,
they are weary seeking
the twin doves
that rest or fly in your breast,
they travel the distances of your legs,
they coil in the light of your waist.
For me you are a treasure more laden
with immensity than the sea and its branches
and you are white and blue and spacious like
the earth at vintage time.
In that territory,
from your feet to your brow,
walking, walking, walking,
I shall spend my life.

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