Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You’ve moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You’ve vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.
Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.
As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.
Poet: Pablo Neruda
1904 – 1973
Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto, better known as Pablo Neruda, was a Chilean poet, diplomat and politician. He became known as a poet at 13 years old and wrote in a variety of styles and genre. He died in 1973, officially from heart failure, however, in 2015 the Chilean government issued a statement that it was highly likely and possible that Neruda’s death was due to the intervention of a third party.