Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Only a wound that love had opened.

Come with me, I said, and no one knew
where, or how my pain throbbed,
no carnations or barcaroles for me,
only a wound that love had opened.

I said it again:
Come with me, as if I were dying,
and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth

or the blood that rose into the silence.
O Love, now we can forget the star that has such thorns!

That is why when I heard your voice repeat
Come with me, it was as if you had let loose
the grief, the love, the fury of a cork-trapped wine

the geysers flooding from deep in its vault:
in my mouth I felt the taste of fire again,
of blood and carnations, of rock and scald.

-one of my favorite Neruda poems


  1. My rib cage just got smaller.

  2. My friend Ish and I did a sketch together based on this poem...I'll have to show you sometime.