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Sonnet XXXVIII one hundred sonnets of love (1959) noon
Your house sounds like a train at noon,
the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing,
the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew,
your laugh develops its trill of palm tree.
The blue light of the wall converses with the stone,
comes like a shepherd whistling a telegram
and between the two green-voiced fig trees
Homer climbs with stealthy shoes.
Only here the city has neither voice nor tears,
neither without end, nor sonatas, nor lips, nor horn
but a speech of waterfall and lions,
and you who go up, sing, run, walk, go down,
plants, you sew, you cook, you nail, you write, you return,
or you've gone and it is known that winter has begun.
by Pablo Neruda
Souls of Dreams, Glanmire (36, 209, 33) - Moderado
Sonnet XXXVIII one hundred sonnets of love (1959) noon
Your house sounds like a train at noon,
the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing,
the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew,
your laugh develops its trill of palm tree.
The blue light of the wall converses with the stone,
comes like a shepherd whistling a telegram
and between the two green-voiced fig trees
Homer climbs with stealthy shoes.
Only here the city has neither voice nor tears,
neither without end, nor sonatas, nor lips, nor horn
but a speech of waterfall and lions,
and you who go up, sing, run, walk, go down,
plants, you sew, you cook, you nail, you write, you return,
or you've gone and it is known that winter has begun.
by Pablo Neruda
Souls of Dreams, Glanmire (36, 209, 33) - Moderado