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From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.

Pablo Neruda

From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
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Establishment Island Roots Sorrow Water Weeping
When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?
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Night Sleep Wake Up
I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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Cherry Couple Flower Kiss Mountain Tree
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
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Distance Forget Love Missing One Liner
In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said.
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Couple Kiss Romantic
Hate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it.
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Blood Hate Transparent Water
Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.
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Doubt Inspirational Let Go Past Present
I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
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Divide Life Poetry Politics
The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.
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Bird Couple Girlfriend I Love You Valentine Wife
To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.
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Affection Boundary Feeling Live Love United
Love! Love until the night collapses!
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Collapse Couple Love Night Romantic
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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I Love You Love Night Poem Sad Writing
Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when.
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Arrive Poetry River Search Winter
Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.
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Dog Happiness Joy Shame Spirit
So I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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Chest Close Couple Existence Hands I Love You Sleep Valentine
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth’s pure death the will to sprout.
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Cold Death Distance Earth Owe Rain Silence

From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.

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