#nighttime begins with a line by pablo neruda

[apoemaday]

Nighttime Begins with a Line by Pablo Neruda

by Yusef Komunyakaa

So my body went on growing, by night, went on pleading & singing to the earth I was born to be woven back into: Love, let me see if I can't sink my roots deeper into you, your minerals & water, your leaf-rot & gold, telling & un- telling of the oldest tales inscribed on wind-carved rocks, silt & grass, your song & prayers, your oaths & myths, your nights & days in one unending lament, your luminous swarm of wet kisses & stings, your spleen and mind, your outrageous forgetting & remembrance, your ghosts & rebirths, your thunder stones & mushrooms, & your kind loss of memory.

[luthienne]

Love, / let me see if I can’t sink my roots deeper into you, your minerals & water, your leaf rot & gold, your telling & un- telling of the oldest tales inscribed on wind-carved rocks, silt & grass, your songs & prayers, your oaths & myths, your nights & days in one unending lament, your luminous swarm of wet kisses & stings, your spleen & mind, your outrageous forgetting & remembrance, your ghosts & rebirths, your thunderstones & mushrooms, & your kind loss of memory.

Yusef Komunyakaa, from The Chameleon Couch

[alighthouseofwords]

So my body went on growing, by night, went on pleading & singing to the earth I was born to be woven back into: Love, let me see if I can't sink my roots deeper into you...