Morning: Love Sonnet XXVII

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by Pablo Neruda.

    Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
    Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
    You've moon-lines, apple pathways
    Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

    Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
    You've vines and stars in your hair.
    Naked you are spacious and yellow
    As summer in a golden church.

    Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
    Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
    And you withdraw to the underground world.

    As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
    Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
    And becomes a naked hand again.

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