Explore "To Those at Odds" by Pablo Neruda on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
These marriages gone sour, these discordant couples, why don't they break up once and for all, why don't their stories come to an end- the grumbles of Juan and Juana, the squabbles of Pedro and Pedra, the blows between Roso and Rosa?
No one likes to be around matrimonial swordfish armed with hard arguments or dissolving in salt tears.
Please, please agree, at least to disagree.
Don't come out showing your knives, your forks, your false teeth.
In the estuary of love there is still room for tears, and there is not earth enough to fill in the tomb of love; but we don't go to bed at sunset to wound and bite one another- that's a matter for dark places.