One of my favorite Neruda poems:

Your Feet

When I look at your face
I look at your feet.

Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.

I know that they support you,
and that your gentle weight
rises upon them.

Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.

But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.



En espanol:

Cuando no puedo mirar tu cara
miro tu pies.

Tus pies de hueso arqueado,
tus pequenos pies duros.

Yo se que sostienen,
y que tu dulce peso
sobre ellos se levanta.

Tu cintura y tus pechos,
le duplicada purpura
de tus pezones,
la caja de tus ojos
que recien han volada,
tu ancha boca de fruta,
tu caballera roja,
poquena torre mia.

Pero no amo tus pies
sino porque anduvieron
sobre la tierra y sobre
el viento y sobre el agua,
hasta que me encontraron.