Pablo Neruda - Madrigal Written in Winter
In the depths of the deep sea, in the night of long lists, like a horse your silent silent name runs past. Lodge me at your back, oh shelter me, appear to me in your mirror, suddenly, upon the solitary, nocturnal pane, sprouting from the dark behind you. Flower of sweet total light, bring to my call your mouth of kisses, violent from separations, resolute and delicate mouth. Now then, in the long...