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    This poem compares the poet's lover's body to a clay pot that was crafted specifically for his hands. As his hands explore her body, each part feels like a dove seeking him out. Their bodies complete each other, feeling as one single entity, like a river or grain of sand, filling the hollow spaces where parts of each are missing in the other.

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    This poem compares the poet's lover's body to a clay pot that was crafted specifically for his hands. As his hands explore her body, each part feels like a dove seeking him out. Their bodies complete each other, feeling as one single entity, like a river or grain of sand, filling the hollow spaces where parts of each are missing in the other.

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    Pablo Neruda The Potter

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    This poem compares the poet's lover's body to a clay pot that was crafted specifically for his hands. As his hands explore her body, each part feels like a dove seeking him out. Their bodies complete each other, feeling as one single entity, like a river or grain of sand, filling the hollow spaces where parts of each are missing in the other.

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    Pablo Neruda The Potter Your whole body holds a goblet or gentle sweetness destined for me.

    When I let my hand climb, in each place I find a dove that was looking for me, as if my love, they had made you out of clay for my very own potters hands. Your knees, your breasts, your waist are missing in me, like in the hollow of a thirsting earth where they relinquished a form, and together we are complete like one single river, like one single grain of sand. Translated and Mark Eisner 2004, from City Lights' The Essential Neruda

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