December 2010
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Heights of Macchu Picchu XII
By Pablo Neruda Rise up and be born with me, brother. From the deepest reaches of your disseminated sorrow, give me your hand.  You will not return from the depths of rock.  You will not return from subterranean time.  It will not return, your hardened voice.  They will not return, your drilled-out eyes.  Look at me from the depths of the earth,  plowman, weaver, silent shepherd:  tender of the...
Dec 13th
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Ode To a Large Tuna in the Market
by Pablo Neruda Among the market greens, a bullet from the ocean depths, a swimming projectile, I saw you, dead. All around you were lettuces, sea foam of the earth, carrots, grapes, but of the ocean truth, of the unknown, of the unfathomable shadow, the depths of the sea, the abyss, only you had survived, a pitch-black, varnished witness to deepest night. Only you, well-aimed dark bullet from...
Dec 13th
Ode to Wine
by Pablo Neruda Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine, smooth as a golden sword, soft as lascivious velvet, wine, spiral-seashelled and full of wonder, amorous, marine; never has one goblet contained you, one song, one man, you are choral, gregarious, at the least, you must be shared. At times you feed on mortal...
Dec 13th
Ode to Tomatoes
by Pablo Neruda The street filled with tomatoes, midday, summer, light is halved like a tomato, its juice runs through the streets. In December, unabated, the tomato invades the kitchen, it enters at lunchtime, takes its ease on countertops, among glasses, butter dishes, blue saltcellars. It sheds its own light, benign majesty. Unfortunately, we must murder it: the knife sinks into living flesh,...
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O, Alas! Alas!
O, Alas! Alas! Fortunate child of buddha nature, do not be opressed by the forces of ignorance and delusion! but rise up now with resolve and courage! Entranced by ignorance, from beginningless time until now, You have had more than enough time to sleep. So do not slumber any longer, but stive after virtue with body, speech, and mind! Are you obvlivious to the sufferings of birth, old age,...
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