Sunday, November 14, 2010


I absolutely love this poem.

America, I Do Not Invoke Your Name in Vain

America, I do not invoke your name in vain.
When I hold the sword to my heart,
when I endure the leaks in my soul
when your new day
penetrates me through the windows,
I'm of and I'm in the light that produces me,
I live in the shade that determines me,
I sleep and rise in your essential dawn,
sweet as grapes and terrible
conductor of sugar and punishment,
soaked in the sperm of your species,
nursed on the blood of your legacy.

- Pablo Neruda

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