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Sonnet Xxxiv (You Are The Daughter Of The Sea) - Poem by Pablo Neruda

You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.

Your eyes go out toward the water, and the waves rise;
your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell;
you know the deep essence of water and the earth,
conjoined in you like a formula for clay.

Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces,
they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen.
This is how you become everything that lives.

And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my arms
that push back the shadows so that you can rest--
vegetables, seaweed, herbs: the foam of your dreams.



Translated by Stephen Tapscott

Submitted by Hen

Comments about Sonnet Xxxiv (You Are The Daughter Of The Sea) by Pablo Neruda

  • Emma spring 10/11/2019 7:36:00 AM

    This poem is sweet soft and I like it
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  • Emma spring 10/11/2019 7:35:00 AM

    This poem is sweet soft and I like it
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  • melol 6/5/2019 10:51:00 AM

    It is good, I liked it. Reply

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  • Randomperson 2/22/2018 10:07:00 AM

    I don't understand this, it's ironic Reply

    aiyannahuu (3/13/2018 9:53:00 AM)

    i ereaaly doreorgnmgr

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  • Fabrizio Frosini 11/24/2015 6:57:00 AM

    ''Cien sonetos de amor''

    Soneto XXXIV

    Eres hija del mar y prima del orégano,
    nadadora, tu cuerpo es de agua pura,
    cocinera, tu sangre es tierra viva
    y tus costumbres son floridas y terrestres.
    Al agua van tus ojos y levantan las olas,
    a la tierra tus manos y saltan las semillas,
    en agua y tierra tienes propiedades profundas
    que en ti se juntan como las leyes de la greda.
    Náyade, corta tu cuerpo la turquesa
    y luego resurrecto florece en la cocina
    de tal modo que asumes cuanto existe
    y al fin duermes rodeada por mis brazos que apartan
    de la sormbra sombría, para que tú descanses,
    legumbres, algas, hierbas: la espuma de tus sueños.
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  • Brian Jani 5/13/2014 12:52:00 PM

    Pablo Amazing poetic skills here Reply

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  • Gregory Collins 2/27/2008 2:42:00 AM

    if i was johnny depp, i would pay 50,000 dollars for an old coat of neruda's, maybe it has a used kleenex from 1969 Reply

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  • John Tiong Chunghoo 7/4/2006 6:12:00 AM

    very nice pablo. as usual your sense of humour shines through. Reply

    1 person liked.
    1 person did not like.
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  1. A Prayer For My Daughter

    ONCE more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle But Gregory's wood and one bare hill Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind. Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed; And for an hour I have walked and prayed Because of the great gloom that is in my mind. I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower, And-under the arches of the bridge, and scream In the elms above the flooded stream; Imagining in excited reverie That the future years had come, Dancing to a frenzied drum, Out of the murderous innocence of the sea. May she be granted beauty and yet not Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught, Or hers before a looking-glass, for such, Being made beautiful overmuch, Consider beauty a sufficient end, Lose natural kindness and maybe The heart-revealing intimacy That chooses right, and never find a friend. Helen being chosen found life flat and dull And later had much trouble from a fool, While that great Queen, that rose out of the spray, Being fatherless could have her way Yet chose a bandy-legged smith for man. It's certain that fine women eat A crazy salad with their meat Whereby the Horn of plenty is undone. In courtesy I'd have her chiefly learned; Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned By those that are not entirely beautiful; Yet many, that have played the fool For beauty's very self, has charm made wisc. And many a poor man that has roved, Loved and thought himself beloved, From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes. May she become a flourishing hidden tree That all her thoughts may like the linnet be, And have no business but dispensing round Their magnanimities of sound, Nor but in merriment begin a chase, Nor but in merriment a quarrel. O may she live like some green laurel Rooted in one dear perpetual place. My mind, because the minds that I have loved, The sort of beauty that I have approved, Prosper but little, has dried up of late, Yet knows that to be choked with hate May well be of all evil chances chief. If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf. An intellectual hatred is the worst, So let her think opinions are accursed. Have I not seen the loveliest woman born Out of the mouth of plenty's horn, Because of her opinionated mind Barter that horn and every good By quiet natures understood For an old bellows full of angry wind? Considering that, all hatred driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will; She can, though every face should scowl And every windy quarter howl Or every bellows burst, be happy Still. And may her bridegroom bring her to a house Where all's accustomed, ceremonious; For arrogance and hatred are the wares Peddled in the thoroughfares. How but in custom and in ceremony Are innocence and beauty born? Ceremony's a name for the rich horn, And custom for the spreading laurel tree.

  2. Lord Ullin's Daughter

    A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row us o'er the ferry!''-- ``Now, who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy weather?'' ``O, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter.-- ``And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. ``His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?''-- Out spoke the hardy Highland wight,-- ``I'll go, my chief--I'm ready:-- It is not for your silver bright; But for your winsome lady: ``And by my word! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry; So, though the waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry.''-- By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armèd men, Their trampling sounded nearer.-- ``O haste thee, haste!'' the lady cries, ``Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.''-- The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her,-- When, O! too strong for human hand, The tempest gather'd o'er her. And still they row'd amidst the roar Of waters fast prevailing: Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,-- His wrath was changed to wailing. For, sore dismay'd through storm and shade, His child he did discover:-- One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid, And one was round her lover. ``Come back! come back!'' he cried in grief ``Across this stormy water: And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter!--O my daughter!'' 'Twas vain: the loud waves lash'd the shore, Return or aid preventing: The waters wild went o'er his child, And he was left lamenting.

  3. A Daughter Of Eve

    A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool to pluck my rose too soon, A fool to snap my lily. My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I have never wept: Oh it was summer when I slept, It's winter now I waken. Talk what you please of future spring And sun-warm'd sweet to-morrow: Stripp'd bare of hope and everything, No more to laugh, no more to sing, I sit alone with sorrow.

  4. Daughter

    Why is the world at peace. This may astonish you a little but when you realise how easily Mrs. Charles Bianco sells the work of American painters to American millionaires you will recognize that authorities are constrained to be relieved. Let me tell you a story. A painter loved a woman. A musician did not sing. A South African loved books. An American was a woman and needed help. Are Americans the same as incubators. But this is the rest of the story. He became an authority.