Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You’ve moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You’ve vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.
The image is mine, but these beautiful words are Pablo Neruda’s. One of the many books I’m currently reading is a collection of his poems. I pick it up and read a few lines in the morning before I get out of bed. His amazing words create an oasis of tranquility and peace in my mind from which I can draw throughout my day. That, my friends, is one of the many reasons poetry is such a magnificent thing.
June 11, 2014
You took that photo? It’s beautiful. I’ve been telling you for years how talented you are.
Reading poetry sounds like a good way to start the day— I should give it a try.
June 11, 2014
Yes, I took that photo, although not recently. I still remember that evening and how beautiful the light was.