As requested in the comments on this post, a poem of my own.
Poem XV, a rough translation of a Pablo Neruda poem
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Poem XV, a rough translation of a Pablo Neruda poem I like you when you’re
silent because it’s like you’ve gone—you’re hearing me from far away and my
voic...
6 days ago
3 comments:
Thanks, John! That's a poem I wish I'd written.
I mean, I wish I was the author of that poem.
You know what I mean.
You're welcome. I know what you mean. Thanks.
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