This man’s poetry seduces me, he makes love
to my mind and my thinking.
Oh, to have been loved by such a man of
intelligence, passion and integrity.
His books are beside my bed, he exults me as
woman, as other to him. Words put together
as by a sorcerer enchant me. I yearn for love,
I yearn to have known Neruda, to have been
adored by him, to have been his muse.
A man of soul, of depth, of such passion,
he carries me away, as if in his arms, to a
place where love is mine. He reaches me,
oh Pablo Neruda, you undress me and reclothe
me, you draw me after you.
I so wish you still lived.