Sonnet Xlii: I Hunt For A Sign Of You - Poem by Pablo NerudaI hunt for a sign of you in all the others,In the rapid undulant river of women,Braids, shyly sinking eyes,Light step that slices, sailing through the foam.

Suddenly I think I can make out your nails,Oblong, quick, nieces of a cherry:Then it's your hair that passes by, and I thinkI see your image, a bonfire, burning in the water.

I searched, but no one else had your rhythms,Your light, the shady day you brought from the forest;Nobody had your tiny ears.

You are whole, exact, and everything you are is one,And so I go along, with you I float along, lovingA wide Mississippi toward a feminine sea.

Pablo Neruda