Explore "Ode With a Lament" by Pablo Neruda on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Oh girl among the roses, oh crush of doves, oh fortress of fishes and rosebushes, your soul is a bottle filled with thirsty salt and your skin, a bell filled with grapes.
Unfortunately I have only fingernails to give you, or eyelashes, or melted pianos, or dreams that come spurting from my heart, dusty dreams that run like black horsemen, dreams filled with velocities and misfortunes.