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Karen Crosby Born
in Yorkshire England area, Karen has been an artist all her life
since a child. Karen is
also an accomplished photographer who also explores the art of
seeing photographically. Many Blessings and I hope you enjoy my images. Karen
'LXXXIII
From: Cien sonetos de amor'
Entrance of the Rivers by Pablo Neruda Beloved of the rivers,beset by azure water and transparent drops, like a tree of veins your spectre of dark goddess biting apples: and then awakening naked to be tattoed by the rivers, and in the wet heights your head filled the world with new dew. Water rose to your waist, You are made of wellsprings and lakes shone on your forehead. From your sources of density you drew water like vital tears and hauled the river-beds to the sand across the planetary night, crossing rough, dilated stone, breaking down on the way all the salt of geology, cutting through forests of compact walls dislodging the muscles of quartz.
If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.
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