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I'm not that graceful and eloquent like you....

Blog EntryI don't love youNov 30, '07 9:37 AM
for everyone

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

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annette1982 wrote on Nov 30, '07
ay teka, eto:

If you forget me
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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icecast wrote on Nov 30, '07
shite.....Neruda's the best!!! I'm sure you love him too!
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annette1982 wrote on Nov 30, '07
not really. but i do like some of his love poems.:D
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icecast wrote on Nov 30, '07
i see...
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bookysh wrote on Jan 30
i love Neruda! =)
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icecast wrote on Jan 30
same here!!!
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bookysh wrote on Jan 30
i have one Neruda book, translations by Ben Belitt, and I refuse to lend them to anyone. I just think that poetry books are personal... Anyway, my fave poem is Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines... But I haven't read everything yet. Loved this one you've posted though...
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icecast wrote on Jan 30
I like this part :

"Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her. "

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bookysh wrote on Jan 30
awwwww! :,(
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