I had forgotten how much I enjoyed reading Pablo Neruda’s poetry.
Today, I picked up “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda” once again. The last time I read it was on 13 August 2009, the night before my Daddy died. Sitting in the isolated room by his bedside, holding his swollen, yellowed hand as I read, tears...
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A Tangible Kind of Thing
Time & Tide Wait for No Man
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