It is the hour of departure. Oh abandoned one!
and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.
Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness.
This was my destiny and in it was my voyage of my longing,
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
From you the wings of the song birds rose.
Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything.
The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
and in it my longing fell, 九-九-藏-书-网in you everything sank!
Pilots dread, fury of blind driver,
There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.
Oh the mad coupling of hope and force
Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lost,
You swallowed everything, like distance.
what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not drowned!
Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,
How terrible and brief my desire was to you!
in the earth of your soul, in the cr藏书网oss of your arms!
still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.
It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour
Pablo Neruda
In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
Pale blind diver, luckless slinger,
And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.
You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.
There was thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
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And the word scarcely begun on the lips.
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.
Lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel.
Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands.
turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!
Deserted like the wharves a九*九*藏*书*网t dawn.
Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me
Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you,
You still flowered in songs, you still brike the currents.
A Song of Despair
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
in which we merged and despaired.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!
which the night fastens to all the timetables.
beyon九-九-藏-书-网d desire and act, I walked on.
There was the black solitude of the islands,
From billow to billow you still called and sang.
I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.
Deserted like the dwarves at dawn.
How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.
Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
I made the wall of shadow draw back,
and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.
sadness stunned you, in you everything sank!
Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,