All These Roots
No one will retrieve my lost heart
from all those roots, from the fresh bitter glare of the sun multiplied on the water.
That’s where it lives, the shadow that does not follow me.
Neruda’s One Hundred Love sonnets, XXX
Waves Complete Themselves in the Sky
March days return with their covert light — Neruda’s One Hundred Love Sonnets, III “… So that the waves can complete themselves in the sky”
Inside of a yellow rock
Painting: Acrylic, Ink on Canvas. From Neruda’s love sonnet XLII, Radiant days rolling on the water, intense as the inside of the yellow rock,
it’s splendor like honey:
that wasn’t damaged by all the turmoil.
We wanted to build a strong nest
Out of the chaos, safety and connection
The Fire of this Momentary Blue
layers of ink, chaos and color fields
…The round key to the universe, which is so quick: come touch the fire of this momentary blue, before its petals wither.”(1959)
-Pablo Neruda’s Love Sonnets XXIV
Of Hips and Stones
“Together in the autumn, and water, and hips, until
we can be alone together —only you, only me.
To think of the effort, that the current carried so many stones”
One Hundred Love Sonnets, Neruda, II