Sonnet XVI by Pablo Neruda
I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
I have no other star. You are my replica
of the multiplying universe
Your wide eyes, are the only light I know
from extinguished constellations;
your skin throbs like the streak
of a meteor through rain.
Your hips were that much of the moon for me;
your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;
your heart, fiery with its long red rays,
was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing
you – compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.
I love the handful of the earth you are
Through my fingers -you slipping as sand
The parts of yourself left behind
I cradle with tender care
They are the best of you
Parts of your spirit
Bits of your soul
(C)- Vivian Zems
In response to Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet