To my life you came prepared as a poppy and as a guerrilla fighter: silken is the splendor that I stroke with the hunger and thirst that I brought to this world only for you, and behind the silk the girl of iron who will fight at my side. Love, love, here we are. Silk and metal, come close to my mouth.
— Pablo Neruda, The Captain’s Verses, transl by Donald D. Walsh, (1972)







