Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.
Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.
As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.
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Morning by Pablo Neruda From Il Postino [The Postman] soundtrack--a narration by Sting.
For poetry lovers?
The theme tune from this movie is gorgeous: sweet, melancholy, unmistakably Italian. It won composer Luis Bacalov a well-deserved Best Dramatic Score Oscar. But … while it's not easy to get tired of that poignant melody, this CD tries its darndest to get the listener good and sick of it. … Half of the CD is a "Poetry and Music Suite" featuring a parade of superstars reading Pablo Neruda's poems (Neruda is one of the characters in this semi-historical drama). Julia Roberts, Sting, Ethan Hawke, Samuel L. Jackson, Rufus Sewell, Madonna, and a half-dozen others each take turns in this digital poetry slam. The performances are often quite alluring, and Bacalov's music meshes beautifully with Neruda's sweet, sweaty lyricism. But listeners who use their CDs for background music -- and those who like to use the random "shuffle" feature on their CD players -- might want to think twice before buying this disc. Darryl Cater
This album would be a nice addition to someone’s cultural dinner party—a bit of Tuscan cuisine—some splendid poetry, perhaps followed by Harold Budd’s “By the Dawn’s Early Light” for after dinner drinks.