09 Wednesday May 2012
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© Creative Smiles Photography
I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate, how the night
flowed through it like dark water;
and at times, it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger’s great-grandfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.
from Pablo Neruda’s poem Cat’s Dream, translated by Alastair Reid
I love the way you sleep.
Model: Lauren DiMarco
08 Tuesday May 2012
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America's Top Model, Beauty, Fashion, Khrystyana Kazakova, Pablo Neruda, Photography, Sonnet XVII: I do not love you as if you were brine-rose, Todd Hido
© Todd Hido
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
from Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda, translated by Stephen Tapscott
I wish you would articulate your love for me.
Model: Khrystynana Kazakova
21 Monday Mar 2011
Posted in Garden, Photography, Reflections
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© Joan Currie
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees. – Pablo Neruda
I heard the birds singing today for the first time in many months and everywhere I looked the trees were in bloom.
© Joan Currie
27 Saturday Nov 2010
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© Joan Currie
The moral of my ode is this:
beauty is twice beauty,
and what is good is doubly good
when it is a matter of two socks
made of wool in winter.
Robert Bly – Ode to My Socks – translation of Pablo Neruda
I slipped on my cozy wool socks last night and slumbered under the warmth of my eiderdown comforter – absolute bliss!
07 Tuesday Sep 2010
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© Pia Ulin
Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
when you surrender, you stretch out like the world.
Cuerpo de mujer, blancas colinas, muslos blancos,
te pareces al mundo en tu actitud de entrega.
Pablo Neruda
One of the things I loved most about being married was snuggling in bed wrapped in the arms of my beloved in the early hours of the morning. It was during those precious moments under warm layers of an eiderdown and cotton sheets, with our bodies intertwined as one, that we shared our innermost thoughts, hopes, and dreams.
Forsaking all others, we talked in hushed tones and tenderly stroked each other’s heads and soft spots until dawn’s first light. I savored and luxuriated in those moments of reverie and touch before we would reluctantly break away to begin the morning routine. Building a few minutes of intimacy and pleasure into the start of the day can make all the difference to a relationship and the quality of your life. You may come to treasure and yearn for more of those tender times, too.
© Tom Shannon
