7/21/2019 Sonnet Xiii-The Light That Rises From Your Feet to Your Hair - Poem by Pablo Neruda

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Sonnet Xiii:The Light That Rises

From Your Feet To Your Hair - Poem

by Pablo NerudaThe light that rises from your feet to your hair,

the strength enfolding your delicate form,

are not mother of pearl, not chilly silver:

you are made of bread, a bread the fire adores.

The grain grew high in its harvest of you,

in good time the flour swelled;

as the dough rose, doubling your breasts,

my love was the coal waiting ready in the earth.

Oh, bread your forehead, your legs, your mouth,

bread I devour, born with the morning light,my love, beacon-flag of the bakeries:

fire taugh you a lesson of the blood;

you learned your holiness from flour,

from bread your language and aroma.

Pablo Neruda