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Hello Kate,

Tuesday, February 18, 2003, 7:36:06 PM, you wrote:

KT> In a message dated 2/16/03 7:56:13 AM !!!First Boot!!!, [log in to unmask]
KT> writes:

>>
>> I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair
>> Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
>> Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
>> I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
>>
>> I hunger for your sleek laugh,
>> your hands the color of a savage harvest,
>> hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
>> I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
>>
>> I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
>> the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
>> I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
>>
>> and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
>> hunting for you, for your hot heart,
>> like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
>>
>>
>> -Neruda (XI)


KT> I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair
KT> Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
KT> Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
KT> I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

KT> I hunger for your sleek laugh,
KT> your hands the color of a savage harvest,
KT> hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
KT> I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

KT> I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
KT> the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
KT> I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

KT> and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
KT> hunting for you, for your hot heart,
KT> like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.


KT> -Neruda (XI)

KT> It's a very sensuous poem, but hardly in the league of Stevens' poetry.

        Grishkin is nice: her Russian eye
      Is underlined for emphasis;
      Uncorseted, her friendly bust
      Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.


      The couched Brazilian jaguar
      Compels the scampering marmoset
      With subtle effluence of cat;
      Grishkin has a maisonette;


      The sleek Brazilian jaguar
      Does not in its arboreal gloom
      Distil so rank a feline smell
      As Grishkin in a drawing-room.


      And even the Abstract Entities
      Circumambulate her charm;
      But our lot crawls between dry ribs
      To keep our metaphysics warm.

I knew a man once did a girl in
Any man might do a girl in
Any man has to, needs to, wants to
Once in a lifetime, do a girl in.