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Serenity

Posted by Claudia Moser on 8:59 PM in , , ,
‘O Southern Cross, O clover of scented phosphorus,’
LXXXVI From: ‘Cien sonetos de amor’
by Pablo Neruda

O Southern Cross, O clover of scented phosphorus,
with four kisses this day penetrated your beauty
and traversed my hat and the shadows:
the moon went turning round a coldness.

Then, with my love, and my beloved, oh diamonds
of blue frost, serenity of Heaven,
mirror, you appeared, and night filled itself
with your four vaults of trembling wine.

O palpitating silver of fish, pure and polished,
emerald cross, parsley of the radiant shadows,
glow-worm nailed to the unity of Heaven,

rest in me, let us close our eyes, yours and mine.
Sleep with Man’s darkness for an instant.
Light, inside me, your four constellated numbers.



P.S. This post is written under the inspiration coming from The Writers' Post, with the theme serenity

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12 Comments


I learned some of Neruda's poetry in college and loved it. His work is amazing. This is beautiful!


@Belle - he is indeed a gifted poet, always very inspirational!


Absolutely beautiful. I had never heard of Neruda before, so thank you for sharing this. Loved the video as well.


@Diane - I am happy that my taste in poetry is appreciated! And yes the jazz piece is great, old music from the 30s!


Very cool. thank you


Claudia...I've been MIA for a bit...wondering if Peter is out of the hospital and on the mend?

Thanks for all the kind words while my Sweetheart was under the weather...

Hugs~


@Humor - glad you liked it!
@Sush - I am so happy your husband is better, mine as well, he is home now!


This was really beautiful. I had to read the poem twice. Amazing. Thanks for hopping along :)


@Jenn - always :) and yes it is a lovely poem!


That was lovely.

I really liked it.

So glad to read that Peter is home and well.


x


@Fiona - thank you, all is well :)


@Kathy - indeed!

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