Sonnet LXXI by Pablo Neruda

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Love crosses its islands, from grief to grief,
it sets roots, watered with tears,
and no one - no one - can escape the heart’s progress
as it runs, silent and carnivorous.

You and I searched for a wide valley, for another planet
where the salt wouldn’t touch your hair,
where sorrows couldn’t grow because of anything I did,
where bread could live and not

Comments

[yoursubtext]

beautiful.