Random acts of poetry

Poetry often fascinates me. They come straight from the heart and often throw up the most unusual images, raw emotion. It provides such an insight into who we are.

Sonnet LXXIX
by Pablo Neruda

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
like a double drum in the forest, pounding
against the thick wall of wet leaves.

Night travel: black flame of sleep
that snips the threads of the earth’s grapes,
punctual as a headlong train that would haul
shadows and cold rocks, endlessly.

Because of this, Love, tie me to a purer motion,
to the constancy that beats in your chest
with the wings of a swan underwater,

so that our sleep might answer all the sky’s
starry questions with a single key,
with a single door the shadows had closed.