Wednesday, September 04, 2013

Perhaps your dream drifted from mine

"Perhaps your dream
drifted from mine
and through the dark sea
was seeking me
as before,
when you did not yet exist,
when without sighting you
I sailed by your side,
and your eyes sought
what now–
bread, wine, love, and anger–
I heap upon you
because you are the cup
that was waiting for the gifts of my life."

excerpt from "Night on the Island," by Pablo Neruda

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