Your body has
a completeness, a softness
meant for me { … }
Pablo Neruda – Don’t Leave Me
Don't leave me, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I, I’ll be waiting for you, like at the station
when the trains are parked somewhere else
{ … }
Ingeborg Bachman: In the Storm of Roses
In the storm of roses,
no matter where we turn,
night illumined by thorns,
{ … }
Pablo Neruda – Sonnet XVII
I love you, not as if you were a crystal rose or topaz,
or carnations darting from the fire:
I love you as some veiled things are loved,
secretly, in the shadows of the soul.
{ … }
Ingeborg Bachmann: Every Day
War no longer declared,
only continued. The extraordinary
becomes the everyday.
{ … }
Pablo Neruda – Sonnet LXVI
I do not love you yet because I do love you I waver between loving and not loving you, Between waiting and not waiting for you. My heart swings between hot and cold. { … }
Three O’Clock in the Morning
It's three o'clock in the morning,
you awakening, she still drowsy { … }
The Moon Calls
When the moon calls you to join her in her arms
To press her soft breasts against you
Your arm around her as you become one, { … }
Night Silence
Dawn’s light seeking to obliterate silence
Night, overpowering Day’s cacophony
Loneliness reaching to touch silence
Darkness, singing the song of fire.{ … }
Night Unvoiced
light of silence
fades into words unspoken.
night unvoiced { … }