celebrating wine – neruda (to ajata), part ii

“On our earth, before writing was invented, before the printing press was invented, poetry flourished.

That is why we know that poetry is like bread; it should be shared by all, by scholars and by peasants,

by all our vast, incredible, extraordinary family of humanity.”

-Pablo Neruda


(English Translation Below)

Amour mio, de pronto

Tu cadera

es la curva colmada

de la copa,

tu cecho es el racimo,

la luz del alcohol tu cabellera,

las uvas tus pezones,

tu ombligo sell puro

estampado en tu vientre de vasija,

y tu amour la cascada

de vino inextinguible,

la claridad que cae en mis sentidos,

el esplendor terreste de la vida.


my beloved suddenly

the wine glass is your hip

your hip is  the curving of the wine glass

filled to the brim

your breasts are clusters of ripe fruit

your hair is scented with silver grapes

your navel a sacred seal

stamped on the cask that is your womb

and your love the cascade

of a wine that quickens my thirst

the radiance that infuses my being

the splendor of earth and heaven kissing


(translated by chétien marc valentin)

(part iii follows tomorrow)

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