Love brought with it a tail of sorrows
A long static ray of thorns
And we closed our eyes
Because no wound can separate us
This weeping is not the fault of your eyes
Your hands do not grasp the sword
Your feet did not search out this path
By which the dark honey arrived at your heart
When love like an immense wave
Breaks us against a hard stone
It kneads us into a single dough
And the pain falls on some other sweet face
So in the light of an open place
Is consecrated the wounded spring
~ Pablo Neruda
(translated by Peter Rohloff, 08/05)
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