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Your Feet

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

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  • July 23, 2007
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    From guest Manoj (contact)
    When I read this poem for the first time, I was spellbound, especially after reading the last five lines. This man had to be a genius !!! Amazing craftsmanship…. Truly a wonderful poem. And I feel sad that I could not read it when I was younger…

  • FallingTwilight
    June 15, 2007

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    Awww, I absolutely adore this piece. I think it's self-explanatory and if not read Ahkam's comment.

    This whole piece is amazingly beautiful, I'm just in awe. Pablo Neruda is an amazing poet. I admire him.


  • Ahkam Moderators member
    October 24, 2006
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    sweet

    i think the poet Cannot see the face of his beloved Because she is extremely beautiful...the grace of her beauty compels him to look at her feet.A very sweet poem indeed

  • dream catcher
    October 21, 2006
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    It's like a love poem, yet it screams at the woman that she is disgustingly a human form that cannot get away from that. It's like he doesn't even like her, then in the end he does. Quite interesting, as if hate leads the love around...