Pablo Neruda
You have denied me all, a woman
You denied me everything, and yet
I love this and accept.
Least because both are looking
we are in the sky and the land.
I can smell like plexus of veins and nerves,
Moon nestled under the flickering of the skin,
You shudder in the arms of the wind
and I embrace that, too.
You denied me everything, and yet
you - my sight and touch.
How happy I am that I could see this field
that caressed you eyes.
Do not separate me from you parting:
her ears and shutting his eyes,
I'm in a bird flock and recognize the bird,
which you saw in the blue.
And yet you all turned me down,
and from you I do not expect blagostyni.
And your silver creek laughter
quench your thirst is not my desert.
My wine rejected thee,
but the soul of me, dear, your darling.
My love and turn into honey
to love, someone you love.
But this night ... One star above us ...
I know I am firmly attached to it!
In all you denied me, and yet
I all of you, my love, must.
Translation: Sergey Goncharenko Filippovich
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