Okay perhaps I have a very much one track mind when reading Neruda’s poetry, but this one, isn’t this one more than a little erotic as well? It sounds very much as though Neruda is insatiable for this particular lady, and the imagery of impregnation is surely a lot more beautiful here than getting knocked up! I particularly love the my peasant’s body savagely excavates you – how basal is that?! Stanza three is especially worshipful; you can almost hear the way he is caressing the woman with his eyes. Stunning stuff.