| Naked ~by Pablo Neruda |
| Naked, you are simple as a hand, Smooth, earthy, small...transparent, round. You have moonlines and apple paths; Naked, you are slender as the wheat. Naked, Cuban blue midnight is your color, Naked, I trace the stars and vines in your hair; Naked, you are spacious and yellow As a summer's wholeness in a golden church. Naked, you are tiny as your fingernail; Subtle and curved in the rose-colored dawn, As you withdraw into the underground world As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores; Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves, And becomes a naked hand again.d, Cuban blue midnight is your color |