Sonnet XLIX, ’Cien sonetos de amor‘
Pablo Neruda
It’s today: all of yesterday dropped away
among the fingers of the light and the sleeping eyes.
Tomorrow will come on its green footsteps;
no one can stop the river of the dawn.
No one can stop the river of your hands,
your eyes and their sleepiness, my dearest.
You are the trembling of time, which passes
between the vertical light and the darkening sky.
The sky folds its wings over you,
lifting you, carrying you to my arms
with its punctual, mysterious courtesy.
That is why I sing to the day and to the moon,
to the sea, to time, to all the planets,
to your daily voice, to your nocturnal skin.
It’s today: all of yesterday dropped away
among the fingers of the light and the sleeping eyes.
Tomorrow will come on its green footsteps;
no one can stop the river of the dawn.
It’s today, it’s today…
So very beautiful.
Thank you for posting this.
miriam
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Thanks for your comment.
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Buona domenica 🙂
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Buona domenica 😘
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Thanks so much for sharing this gem
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Thank you Megha.
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beautiful reminder
of what day it is 🙂
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That’s all
for today 🙂
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Depths well composed.
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Thank you.
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Neruda!!
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👍🏼
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All we have is today. Wonderful sonnet as a reminder. I’ve never seen that angle of Niagara Falls. Beautiful. 🙂
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Very true, thank you. 🙂
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