Until they found you.

I was toobing around Mina’s blog and found her post about Neruda’s poem “Your Feet“. I haven’t encountered this one yet before and the title seems so incongruous. What’s so inspiring about feet?

Until I read it.

YOUR FEET by Pablo Neruda
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.


3 thoughts on “Until they found you.

  1. I have never come across this poem either. I agree that it seems to speak of a fetish, but the last sentence shows that it’s not about the feet–it’s about what they come into contact with, which is all of nature.

    If you really like Neruda, check out Red Poppy at http://www.redpoppy.net/pablo_neruda.php. It’s a non-profit set up to create a documentary about Neruda, publish his biography, and translate his works into English. To see our blog on Neruda’s literary activism, go to http://www.redpoppy.net/journal/Pablo_Neruda_Presente.html.

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  3. Damn, I think my period’s coming. I actually got emo after reading the feet. hahaha geeeeez!

    Hoy, get your ass here!

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