Body of a Woman

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, 
You look like a world in your posture of surrender.
My body of a brute laborer digs in you
And makes the son leap from the depths of the earth.

I was only a tunnel. From me the birds fled
And in me the night entered its powerful invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon, 
Like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.

But the hour of the vengeance falls, and I love you.
The body of skin, of moss, of avid and firm milk.
Ah the goblets of your breasts! Ah the eyes of absence! 
Ah the roses of the pubis! Ah your slow and sad voice! 

Body of my woman I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my anxiety without limit, my road undecided! 
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst follows, 
Weariness follows, and the pain is infinite. – Pablo Neruda