
The poem explores the idea of a small, isolated community that exists outside the mainstream world. It describes the beauty and simplicity of this community, where people live in harmony with nature. The speaker reflects on their own sense of identity and belonging within this community.
By Pablo Neruda · First published 1952 · Genre: Poetry, Romanticism, Geographical Literature · 291 words
When I look at the shape of America on the map, my love, it is you I see: the heights of copper on your head, your breasts, wheat and snow, your slender waist, swift throbbing rivers, sweet hills and meadows and in the cold of the south your feet end its geography of duplicated gold.
Love, when I touch you not only have my hands explored your delight but boughs and lands, fruits and water, the springtime that I love, the desert moon, the breast of the wild dove, the smoothness of stones worn away by the waters of the sea or the rivers and the red thickness of the bush where thirst and hunger lie in wait.
And thus my spacious country welcomes me, little America, in your body.
Little America is listed on Textopian as a poem by Pablo Neruda, dated 1952 CE.
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