Pablo Neruda ...Vincent's personal favoriteIn my sky at twilight you are like a cloud and your form and colour are the way I love them. You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips and in your life my infinite dreams live. The lamp of my soul dyes your feet, the sour wine is sweeter on your lips, oh reaper of my evening song, how solitary dreams believe you to be mine! You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon's wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice. Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunder stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water. You are taken in the net of my music, my love, and my nets of music are wide as the sky. My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning. In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.
This is a non-frames link to the poetry of Pablo Neruda. If you were to use a browser capable of viewing frames, there would be a sidebar on the left side of this screen with several interactive links to Pablo's poetry on the web, and the rest of the screen would be a window to view those links without leaving Vincent's site. Netscape Navigator 3.0 and Microsoft Explorer 3.0 are two current browsers which are frames-enabled. Both are available for download on the web. The background image is Vincent Van Gogh's Starry Night On The Rhone This link will take you to a great Pablo Neruda website. Enjoy! |