I love this poet and find that many of his works are a wonderful connection to the Spuffy relationship and especially to Spike’s love for Buffy.
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Sonnet XXV
Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:
I wavered through the streets, among
Objects:
Nothing mattered or had a name:
The world was made of air, which waited.
I knew rooms full of ashes,
Tunnels where the moon lived,
Rough warehouses that growled ‘get lost’,
Questions that insisted in the sand.
Everything was empty, dead, mute,
Fallen abandoned, and decayed:
Inconceivably alien, it all
Belonged to someone else – to no one:
Till your beauty and your poverty
Filled the autumn plentiful with gifts.
Pablo Neruda
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/325807.htmlÂ
