Featured Poem: Forgive Me If My Eyes See

By Pablo Neruda

Forgive me if my eyes see

no more clearly than sea foam,

please forgive that my form

grows outward without license

and never stops:

monotonous is my song,

my word is a shadow bird,

fauna of stone and sea, the grief

or a winter planet, incorruptible.

Forgive me this sequence of water,

of rock, of foam, of the tide’s

delirium: this is my loneliness:

salt in sudden leaps against the walls

of my secret being, in such a way

that I am a part

of winter,

of the same flat expanse that repeats from bell to bell, in wave after wave,

and from a silence like a woman’s hair, a silence of seaweed, a sunken song.

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