from 'repertoire'

"i have at my command
queen-bees in boxes
and you'll see how, one by one,
they smooth out the honey,
dressing up as apples,
climbing the cherry trees,
quivering in the smoke.

for you i'm keeping these wild loves
who will have the spring,
who are strangers to weeping.

hide yourself in the clock
in the belfry while they pass,
girls bright as amaranth,
the last girls of the snow,
the lost ones, the lucky ones,
the ones crowned in yellow,
the infinitely mysterious;
and some, gentle and loving,
will perform their limpid dance,
while others pass on fire,
swift as meteors.

tell me which ones you want for now;
later is too late."

~pablo neruda

Posted by jeff at October 17, 2003 12:34 AM

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