Pablo Neruda - Feb 28th, Fun with Chairs

The last day, the last love poem of February, and it’s a beauty! Looking forward to the “clear body of spring!”

THE STOLEN BRANCH

In the night we shall go in

to steal

a flowering branch.

We shall climb over the wall

in the darkness of a private garden,

two shadows in the shadow.

Winter is not yet gone,

and the apple tree appears

suddenly changed

into a cascade of fragrant stars.

In the night we shall go in

up to its trembling firmament,

and your little hands and mine

will steal the stars.

And silently,

to our house,

in the night and the shadow

with your steps will enter

perfume's silent step

and with starry feet

the clear body of spring.