Today's poet

[freckle]

Body of a woman
Pablo Neruda

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.

Ahem.........

[freckle]

Yep doing the Anni myself and my 8 year old Dylan might do the junior race for his age.

Cool...i would love it if my daughters got into it

[Nathaniel Lee]

Old Pablo getting a bit fruity there !!!!. Cold shower material.

[Derby Tup]

Brilliant! Dear Pablo was certainly prolific. We seem to be able to find new work on a near daily basis to share

Body of a woman
Pablo Neruda

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.

Ahem.........

[freckle]

Brilliant! Dear Pablo was certainly prolific. We seem to be able to find new work on a near daily basis to share

DT I have been wondering...did you tell your mam? and if so...what was her reaction?

[Harry H Howgill]

Gorgeous haiku HHH!

Alas my running inspired poem will have to wait as I have been asked round to my friends for tea and a jam (of the musical kind not the fruit and sugar sort). I must leave this world of passion and poetry for one of boozy musos. Hope you all have a good night.

Glad to hear DT and Merry had a good run at Hebden today.

Poetic passions
abandoned - better offer!
boozy muso jam

Sounds too good to miss.

Have a good night.

[Harry H Howgill]

Not sure if thats it's name but last time i ordered, that was the reply

Eee. I didn't spot that joke coming. Very good!

[Harry H Howgill]

Yep doing the Anni myself and my 8 year old Dylan might do the junior race for his age.

That'll be good. I'm also planning on doing the AW again. Loved it last time I raced it in 2007.

[Derby Tup]

DT I have been wondering...did you tell your mam? and if so...what was her reaction?

I didn't but I will

[Harry H Howgill]

Some bloke that Pablo!

How good were his haikus though. Not as good as DT's I bet.

Body of a woman
Pablo Neruda

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.

Ahem.........