Explore "To Miguel Hernández, Murdered in the Prisons of Spain" by Pablo Neruda on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
You came to me directly from the Levant. You brought me, goatherder, your wrinkled innocence, the scholasticism of old pages, an aroma of Fray Luis, of citrus blossoms, of manure burned on the mountains, and on your mask the cereal asperity of reaped oats and a honey that measured the earth with your eyes.
You also brought the nightingale in your mouth.