Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Settle your perfect hips here and the bow of wet arrowsloosens into the night the petals that form your formlet your clay limbs climb the silence and its pale ladderrung by rung taking off with me in my dream.I can sense you scaling the shade tree that sings to the shadows.Dark is the world’s night without you my love, ”
Pablo Neruda
From : Then Come Back: The Lost Neruda Poems
