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Settle your perfect hips here and the bow of wet arrowsloosens into the night the petals that form your formlet your clay limbs climb the silence and its pale ladderrung by rung taking off with me in my dream.I can sense you scaling the shade tree that sings to the shadows.Dark is the world’s night without you my love,
Settle your perfect hips here and the bow of wet arrowsloosens into the night the petals that form your formlet your clay limbs climb the silence and its pale ladderrung by rung taking off with me in my dream.I can sense you scaling the shade tree that sings to the shadows.Dark is the world’s night without you my love,
Approximate author period: c. 1938 AD · modern
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- Pablo Neruda
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- Approximate author period: c. 1938 AD · modern
Approximate author-period anchor from life dates 1904 to 1973; Wikidata Q34189, https://www.wikidata.org/wiki/Q34189 (accessed 2026-10-08). Not a quotation composition date.
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