En Ti La Tierra

Pequeña
rosa,
rosa pequeña,
a veces,
diminuta y desnuda,
parece,
que en una mano mia
cabes,
que así voy a cerrarte
y llevarte en mi boca,
pero
de pronto
mis pies tocan tus pies y mi boca tus labios:
has crecido,
suben tus hombros como dos colinas,
tus pechos se pasean por mi pecho,
mi brazo alcanza apenas a rodear la delgada
línea de luna nueva que tiene tu cintura:
en el amor como agua de mar te has desatado:
mido apenas los ojos más extensos del cielo
y me inclino a tu boca para besar la tierra.




Little
rose,
roselet,
at times,
tiny and naked,
it seems
as though you would fit
in one of my hands,
as though I'll clasp you like this
and carry you to my mouth,
but
suddenly
my feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips:
you have grown,
your shoulders rise like two hills,
your breasts wander over my breast,
my arm scarcely manages to encircle the thin
new-moon line of your waist:
in love you have loosened yourself like sea water:
I can scarcely measure the sky's most spacious eyes
and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.

Pablo Neruda.

Well I'm slowly dying here as this snowstorm (adequately named Nemo) consumes Boston and most of the Northeast along with it. Its depressing to see so much snow and to know you can't leave your house and that nothing is open. The idea of it was fun at first, playing in the snow and all, but now I'm over it as I've eaten all the junk food in my apartment and have seen every show on my tiVo. The most depressing thing is that I'll probably have to start my homework.. that's laughable. I hope those of you in the worse affected areas are keeping safe! I'll be sitting here all day waiting for the roads to re-open to get out of the house and just go anywhere. Even if its just for a quick drive around the block for some fresh air.

Cheers! The Aristochic