Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
its arms turning like a drowning man's.
I send out red signals across your absent eyes
that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse.
You keep only darkness, my distant female,
from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.
Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets
to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.
The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when love-you/">I love you.
The night gallops on its shadowy mare
shedding blue tassels over the land.
Leaning Into The Afternoons
Pablo Neruda
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Poem topics: I love you, beach, red, solitude, sometimes, soul, blue, smell, female, love, night, sad, sea, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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