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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.
Pablo Neruda
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Read poems about / on: autumn, fire, flower, remember, moon, red, wind, light, love
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Sagar Shelar (2/10/2012 11:35:00 AM)
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Heart's close poem. Always forgive the person who hates you but never forget the person who loves you.
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Stephen Shindler (2/6/2012 1:32:00 PM)
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I used to read the top 10 poems on PoemHunter.com until I took an xbox to the life.
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Courageous Mugoyah (2/5/2012 2:47:00 AM)
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It is a wonderful poem and i really admire author's style
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Annie Calvillo (2/2/2012 12:32:00 AM)
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This poem took my breathe away. I loved it so much!
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Manonton Dalan (1/22/2012 12:15:00 PM)
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i love the original spanish version...esta un cancion
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Eric Butter (1/14/2012 8:10:00 AM)
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Original Spanish...
SI TÚ ME OLVIDAS
Quiero que sepas
una cosa.
Tú sabes cómo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento otoño en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe,
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.
Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco.
Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.
Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en ese día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.
Pero
si cada día,
cada hora
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable.
Si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.
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Wahab Abdul (1/13/2012 5:46:00 AM)
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a fantastic poem..i like the style too...the theme is on such a point which every one experiences or want to have the experiances....i like the poem too much..i have written 'whom do i belong to? ' readers may consider to read it.
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Kavita Mehra (1/11/2012 5:57:00 AM)
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Beautiful..Really.......
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Buddy Bee Anthony (1/8/2012 1:51:00 PM)
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Subtle, and masterful. Only Pablo Neruda could weave such a tapestry of longing and desire with his endearing words.
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Rimjhim Singh (1/3/2012 2:56:00 AM)
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the imagery is so descriptive as well as cryptive..lol.
the poem, the poet makes you sail one of those boats that lead to his sensitively woven tale of simple love.
loved it [3
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