If your eyes were not the color of the moon,
of a day full [here, interrupted by the baby waking -- continued about 26
hours later ]
of a day full of clay, and work, and fire,
if even held-in you did not move in agile grace like the air,
if you were not an amber week,
not the yellow moment
when autumn climbs up through the vines;
if you were not that bread the fragrant moon
kneads, sprinkling its flour across the sky,
oh, my dearest, I could not love you so!
But when I hold you I hold everything that is --
sand, time, the tree of the rain,
everything is alive so that I can be alive:
without moving I can see it all:
in your life I see everything that lives.
Sonnet Viii
Pablo Neruda
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Poem topics: I love you, autumn, baby, fire, life, rain, sky, time, tree, work, moment, bread, color, amber, yellow, love, moon, hold, Valentine's Day, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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