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Your feet

August 14, 2016  •  Leave a Comment

Your feet

 

When I cannot look at your face

​I look at your feet.

Your feet of arched bone,

your little hard feet.

​I know that they support you,

and that your sweet weight

rises upon them.

Your waist and your breasts,

the doubled purple

of your nipples,

and the sockets of your eyes

that have just flown away,

your wide fruit mouth,

your red tresses,

my little tower.

But I love your feet only because they walked

upon the earth and upon

the wind and upon the waters,

until they found me.

Pablo Neruda

 

Keywords: Caroline Hiller, Pablo Neruda, Poem, Your feet

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