The Marine Night by Pablo Neruda
Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 10:05 pm
Marine night, white and green statue,
I love you: sleep with me. I went through all
the streets, disintegrating and dying,
the wood grew with me, man
vanquished his ashes and got ready
to rest surrounded by the earth.
Night fell so that your eyes
might not see his wretched repose:
desiring to be close, he opened his arms
guarded by beings and walls,
and fell into the dream of silence, descending
with his roots into funeral land.
I, Oceanic night, arrived with the love that makes me,
and reached your open form, the vastness that Aldebaran
watches over, the wet mouth of your song.
I saw you, night of the sea, as you were born,
bruised by infinite mother-of-pearl:
I watched the starry threads weaving
and the electricity of your girdle
and the blue motion of the sounds
that harass your devoured sweetness.
This is just half the poem... beautiful
I love you: sleep with me. I went through all
the streets, disintegrating and dying,
the wood grew with me, man
vanquished his ashes and got ready
to rest surrounded by the earth.
Night fell so that your eyes
might not see his wretched repose:
desiring to be close, he opened his arms
guarded by beings and walls,
and fell into the dream of silence, descending
with his roots into funeral land.
I, Oceanic night, arrived with the love that makes me,
and reached your open form, the vastness that Aldebaran
watches over, the wet mouth of your song.
I saw you, night of the sea, as you were born,
bruised by infinite mother-of-pearl:
I watched the starry threads weaving
and the electricity of your girdle
and the blue motion of the sounds
that harass your devoured sweetness.
This is just half the poem... beautiful
Ta for posting this one.