Explore "Youth" by Pablo Neruda on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
A perfume like an acid plum sword on a road, sugary kisses on the teeth, vital drops trickling down the fingers, sweet erotic pulp, threshing floors, haystacks, inciting secret hideaways in spacious houses, mattresses asleep in the past, the pungent green valley seen from above, from the hidden window: all adolescence becoming wet and burning like a lantern tipped in the rain.