Drunk as drunk on turpentine
And the sound of a rope
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Pinned by the sun between solstic９9ｌｉｂ•ｎｅte
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
Over the skys hot rim,
From your open kisses,
We came by night to the 九_九_藏_书_网Fortunate Isles,
We drifted for months and woke
Under the net of our kisses.
Drunk as Drunk
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Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
Your wet body wedged
Translated from the Spanish by Christopher Logue
The days last breath in our sails.
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
Between my wet body and the strake
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Pablo Neruda