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Sonnet XLVII One Hundred Sonnets of Love (1959) Noon
Behind me on the branch I want to see you.
Little by little you became a fruit.
It was not difficult for you to climb from the roots
singing with your syllable of sap.
And here you will be first in fragrant bloom,
in the statue of a kiss converted,
until sun and earth, blood and sky,
grant you delight and sweetness.
On the branch I will see your hair,
your sign ripening in the foliage,
bringing the leaves closer to my thirst,
and your substance will fill my mouth,
the kiss that came up from the earth
with your blood of fruit in love.
by Pablo Neruda
Sonnet XLVII One Hundred Sonnets of Love (1959) Noon
Behind me on the branch I want to see you.
Little by little you became a fruit.
It was not difficult for you to climb from the roots
singing with your syllable of sap.
And here you will be first in fragrant bloom,
in the statue of a kiss converted,
until sun and earth, blood and sky,
grant you delight and sweetness.
On the branch I will see your hair,
your sign ripening in the foliage,
bringing the leaves closer to my thirst,
and your substance will fill my mouth,
the kiss that came up from the earth
with your blood of fruit in love.
by Pablo Neruda