Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Poetry Is For Fools

This poem is taken from Pablo Neruda's "XLVI", a badly named but incredibly rich and sexy poem about loving your homeland and being able to command whatever you want, but choosing a troublesome lass in spite of the difficulty.  Only a demon would know this and use it to get him in the sheets.

1 comment:

  1. Doesn't he mean "satin and bedsheets"? Y'know what? Forget I said anything...