A Selection of Five Poems
I can’t be and think like you,
majestic in your sensuality,
Godless but deep with sorrow, forever restoring.
From you I see women’s hips.
And though I would never care to shield kisses upon
their soft swaying mounds, your waters swell
and grow and make me long for Spanish trees,
seascapes I saw as a child.
Excerpt from the poem, "Neruda", shown.
Read all five poems.