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Posted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013 9:00:36 PM

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Just want to know your interpretation on this piece. Its a wonderful poem! What do you think his interpretation was? where do you think he was? Was it wrote for a Mistress?...etc. Whats your interpretation?

In short form:

Mine is that I think he was talking about a women he deeply was inlove with. I think whoever he was with they were at the beach and he was admiring her beauty and the scenery around them.
Posted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013 10:02:42 PM

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Every Day You Play (Pablo Neruda)

Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

Interpretation: Something, possibly love, between two, or the ideology of it. Always and forever existent. The loved does not ask from where it came, but that it is there and something palpable.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Interpretation: Do anything with love and it does not compare to the incredible feeling it gives one, and it's incredible affect on life, and how even the most beautiful things in the known world, do not compare to how such a wondrous thing that comes into your world cannot be tinged by the real or defined world.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

Interpretation: Someone's love has penetrated the subject heart which was cold once. Yet, upon discovery that it was loved, has now made itself newborn and accepting beyond rationale.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

Interpretation: self doubt, can someone love me like this?

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

Interpretation: no matter those doubts, from the subject or the object, the wonder of love strikes one with amazement contrary to beliefs.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

Interpretation: Should I pluck the rose in order to indulge in the little death?

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

Interpretation: With everything you know, I can't believe you're still here.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Interpretation: With all that you've inspired me with and done for me, I want to do the same for you.

2 cents.

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