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12 Mar 02 - 04:03 PM (#667826) Subject: Pablo Neruda Poem From: Mark Ross Looking for a couple of words missing from a Pablo Neruda poem. Can anyone help?
Let us sit down to east, Can anyone fill in the blanks? DO I have the rest right? Mark Ross |
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12 Mar 02 - 04:49 PM (#667847) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: PAblo Neruda Poem From: hesperis I'll check the book I have, see if it's in there. The title would make it quicker to look up, if you have that? |
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12 Mar 02 - 06:39 PM (#667908) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: PAblo Neruda Poem From: Mark Ross Sorry, I don't have the title. My lady loves the poem but we're missin a couple of words. Thanks |
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12 Mar 02 - 06:54 PM (#667923) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: PAblo Neruda Poem From: masato sakurai Hunger feels like pincers Like the bite of crabs. It burns, burns, and has no fire. Hunger is a dead fire. Let us sit down soon to eat With all those who haven¹t eaten. Let us spread great tablecloths, Put salt in the lakes of the world, Set up planetary bakeries, Tables with strawberries in the snow, And a plate like the moon itself From which we can all eat. For now I ask no more Than the justice of eating.
From "The Great Tablecloth" by Pablo Neruda
(From HERE) ~Masato
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