May 15, 2012
"It’s lilac season now but my summer feet aren’t on"

My friend @Hez wrote a motherless Mother’s Day poem that was eaten by the internet monster. A few days late it but still it’s short and sweetness beats true. It’s pretty rare that I pass on poems that were written post-Neruda, but she had me at lilac season.

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Filed under: Mothers Day Hello Giggles Heather Watson lilacs poetry 
July 27, 2011
"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, we fell them down and turn them into paper, that we might record our emptiness."

— Khalil Gibran

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Filed under: quotes nature environment poetry 
February 14, 2010
"

Kiss after kiss, I recover your little infinitude,
rivers and shores, your body’s diminutive clan,
the genital spark, made dead and delectible,

that races the delicate pathways of your blood,
breaks up from below in a gout of nocturnal carnations
unmaking and making itself, leaving only a glow in the dark.

"

— Pablo Neruda

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Filed under: valentine's day pablo neruda poetry love sexy 
February 14, 2010
"

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

"

— Pablo Neruda

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Filed under: valentine's day pablo neruda sexy poetry 
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