Gentleman Alone
The young maries and the horny muchachas,
The big fat widows delirious from insomnia,
The young wives thirty hours pregnant,
And the hoarse tomcats that y garden at night,
Like a collar of palpitating sexual oysters
Surround my solitary home,
Enemies of my soul,
spirators in pajamas
Who exge deep kisses for passwords.
Radiant summer brings out the lovers
In melanchiments,
Fat and thin and happy and sad couples;
Uhe elegant ut palms, he o and moon,
There is a tinual life of pants and panties,
A hum from the fondling of silk stogs,
And womens breasts that glisten like eyes.
The salary man, after a while,
After the weeks tedium, and the novels read i night,
Has decisively fucked his neighbor,
And now takes her to the miserable movies,
Where the heroes are horses or passionate princes,
And he caresses her legs covered with sweet down
With his ardent and salms that smell like cigarettes.
The night of the hunter and the night of the husband
e together like bed sheets and bury me,
And the hours after lunch, wheudents and priests are masturbating,
And the animals mount each other openly,
And the bees smell of blood, and the flies buzz cholerically,
And cousins play strange games with cousins,
And dlower at the husband of the young patient,
And the early m in which the professor, without a thought,
Pays his jugal debt as breakfast,
And to top it all off, the adulterers, who love each other truly
On beds big and tall as ships:
So, eternally,
This twisted and breathing forest crushes me
With gigantic flowers like mouth ah
And black roots like fingernails and shoes.
Translated by Mike Topp
Pablo Neruda