Love, we're going home now,
Where the vines clamber over the trellis:
Even before you, the summer will arrive,
On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom.
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love can not always fly without resting. Simply superb conceptualization with equally superb flight of imagery.
It is a nice poem, but reading is not. Would be better take off the reading or somebody else must read nicer.
I liked the personification of love....'... because love can't fly without rest'. Pablo is unique for his lofty imagination and fabulous use of hyperbole in most of his poems.