<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476103" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet XIII:The light that rises from your feet to your hair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The light that rises from your feet to your hair,<br>the strength enfolding your delicate form,<br>are not mother of pearl, not chilly silver:<br>you are made of bread, a bread the fire adores.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The grain grew high in its harvest of you,<br>in good time the flour swelled;<br>as the dough rose, doubling your breasts,<br>my love was the coal waiting ready in the earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, bread your forehead, your legs, your mouth,<br>bread I devour, born with the morning light,<br>my love, beacon-flag of the bakeries:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">fire taugh you a lesson of the blood;<br>you learned your holiness from flour,<br>from bread your language and aroma.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Pablo+Neruda">Pablo Neruda</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476103" data-title="Sonnet XIII:The light that rises from your feet to your hair de Pablo Neruda" data-description="The light that rises from your feet to your hair, the strength enfolding your delicate form, are not mother of pearl, not chilly silver: you are made of bread, a bread the fire adores. The grain grew high in its harvest of you, in good time the f..."></div> </div> </div>

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