This poem is taken from PN Review 132, Volume 26 Number 4, March - April 2000.
Six PoemsLove Sonnet (1)
'I made these sonnets out of wood - and that is how they should reach your ears.'
Pablo Neruda
I want to look back and see you in the branches
where, big enough for two, the moon lives
naked in the river on invisible wires
between your lips, a few blue flowers,
and somewhere else in my notebooks,
where your hands fly
through a thicket of confusion
to my hat,
like bees falling
through the pipes of your laughter,
down to the sea with its deep spoons
and the bitter footsteps of autumn
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