Category Archives: Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda: Ode to My Socks

Maru Mori brought me a pair of socks which she knitted with her own sheepherder hands, two socks as soft as rabbits. I slipped my feet into them as if they were two cases knitted with threads of twilight and … Continue reading

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Pablo Neruda: Enigmas

Enigmas You’ve asked me what the lobster is weaving there with his golden feet? I reply, the ocean knows this. You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent bell? What is it waiting for? I tell you … Continue reading

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Pablo Neruda: Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks

Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks All those men were there inside, when she came in totally naked. They had been drinking: they began to spit. Newly come from the river, she knew nothing. She was a mermaid who … Continue reading

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