Sunday Sentence 15 February 2015

 

Pablo_Neruda_writingTengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo / y por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado, / no me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia, / busco el sonido líquido de tus pies en el día.

from Love Sonnet XI by Pablo Neruda

English translation by Stephen Tapscott:

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. / Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. / Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day / I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.

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