Ricardo wrote poetry with much flair
the literati later,were to declare
One hundred love sonnets we now see
and essay "Toward an Impure Poetry”
Plus the honour of a Nobel prize winner chair
P Neruda 100 love sonnets xvii
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XVIII
Captain of the Farthest Islands
living poem between my prose
that each one was exchanged for roses
with moonlight and roving mornings
You loved as few have loved
with the madness of sea and clear lyrics
the greatest poet that will remain in us
like him in the calm portrayed...
The island was light and your horizon
was a witness to your fate, luck
let me offer my verse back to you
Weather companion here awaits you
beyond this letter and this death
I follow your companion trace...!
PS translation AND adaptation from a poem OF Adele Carporal BY alkas poetry
Captain of the most distant islands
living poem among my proses
that each one was exchanging for roses
with moonlight and wandering mornings
II
You loved as few have loved
with sea madness and clear lyrics
the greatest poet that will remain in us
as he in the calm portrayed...
III
The island was your light and your horizon
was a witness to your fate, luck
let my verse take you back
IV
Timemate here awaits you
beyond this letter and this death
I follow your companion brand...!
PS TRANSLATION/ADAPTATION OF THE POEM
SONNET OF THE POETISA ADELA CARPORAL
ARGENTINA FOR THE COLLECTION 1000
POEMS FOR PABLO NERUDA.
by alkas
why yellow flowers
Are so afraid of the wind...?
And the ripe fruits
so afraid of slingshots... ?
why flowers don't
fear nudity so much and
why are they handsome
when naked ?
where is your azimuth,
here, there or the sky...?
why is the sun stays this
so solo... ?
The moon is a chaperone,
or is it without company...!?
Does short rain
fear storm...?
There is something most dangerous
than no flight plane?
why loneliness doesn't
search company for
not being so alone...?
why do dreams reach
its final when we wake up...?
Captain of the most distant islands
living poem among my prose
that each one was exchanging for roses
with the moonlight and wandering mornings
II
You loved as few have loved
with crazy sea and clear letter
the greatest poet who remained in us
as he calmly portrayed ...
III
The island was your light and your horizon
witnessed your lot, luck
let me read my verse
IV
Time mate here awaits you
beyond this letter and this death
I follow your companion brand ...!
PS TRANSLATION / ADAPTATION OF THE POEM by alkas poetry
SONET OF POETISA ADELA CARPORAL
POEMS FOR PABLO NERUDA.
Lovers mix feelings
between kisses, beds
and bread ...
your presence
in front of me
would be enough
to be blessed
forever.
If i could only be the sailor.
of your love... if i were
one of those who arrive
kiss and depart.
That would be enough for me ...!
A fragrance, the tangy dagger
of plums down a road,
sugary kisses on teeth,
juices of life, seeping through fingers,
in sweet ripening flesh,
of meadows, haystacks, the hungry
hiding places in vast houses,
of long forgotten mattresses, wild green valley
glanced from aloft, through a secret window:
all of adolescence burns and drowns,
like a lamp dying down in rain.
***
February 21, 2017
The passionate propensity
of waxing moons' passages,
I crave your poetry
as the air I breathe,
vital spirit aches within intention
hungering the darkly blissed
taste of essential Neruda -
midst the significance of
rose and topaz beyond
arrows of wildflowers,
whence your own scripted
inclinations unfurl
searing 'neath my flesh,
rendering me speechless
'tween lustful sighs,
I utterly surrender in exhales
of a thousand blazing suns
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
Pablo Neruda
I thought I was a poet
Until I read
What you wrote
But now I know
That I am just a shadow
Of a reflection
In a mirror
Words found him
While the wind was playing
While the rain was crying
While the sea was singing
And the light was coming
Out of the Chilean sky
Opening his infinite eyes
And poems arrived
In his element,
He pauses for a moment:
And takes it all in.
A sensual man, songs full of his land
Loving love, spoke without censure
His life giving him words
Take me. . . Float me. . .
to your Macchu Picchu.
Swirl me with your images surreal.
Show me nights, like those where stars shine blue
and she is not with you. . .
so I might feel
that beauty born “between the hill and river”
and the loneliness your saddest poems reveal.
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