Horses : Pablo Neruda : : Winter Poems : :

Horses ~ Pablo Neruda From the window I saw the horses. I was in Berlin, in winter. The lighthad no light, the sky had no heaven. 3 The air was white like wet bread. 4 And from my window a vacant arena, 5 bitten by the teeth of winter. Suddenly driven out by a man,tenContinue reading “Horses : Pablo Neruda : : Winter Poems : :”

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