There are so many things in my head that I haven't quite figured out how to form into words. A lot of it has to do with it being winter and having far too much on my mind, so I'm just giving it time to work itself out. In the meantime, here is a poem to bring a little heat into all of our lives. In English and in Spanish....
Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon,
thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light,
what obscure brilliance opens between your columns?
What ancient night does a man touch with his senses?
Loving is a journey with water and with stars,
with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour:
loving is a clash of lightning-bolts
and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.
Kiss by kiss I move across your small infinity,
your borders, your rivers, your tiny villages,
and the genital fire transformed into delight
runs through the narrow pathways of the blood
until it plunges down, like a dark carnation,
until it is and is no more than a flash in the night.
Plena mujer, manzana carnal, luna caliente,
espeso aroma de algas, lodo y luz machacados,
que oscura claridad se abre entre tus columnas?
Que antigua noche el hombre toca con sus sentidos?
Ay, amar es un viaje con agua y con estrellas,
con aire ahogado y bruscas tempestades de harina:
amar es un combate de relampagos
y dos cuerpos por una sola miel derrotados.
Beso a beso recorro tu pequeno infinto,
tus margenese, tus rios, tus pueblos diminutos,
y el fuego gential transformado en delicia
corre por los delgados caminos de la sangre
hasta precipitarse como un clavel nocturno,
hasta ser y no ser sino un rayo en la sombra.
pablo neruda. 1997. full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon. Harper Perennial.