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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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Jon Blanes
(2/6/2010 4:06:00 PM) |
Ahhh, the words of Neftali: Quiero hacer contigo
lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos.
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Mohammad Daraghmeh
(2/4/2010 9:51:00 AM) |
nice poem.Also, if you and everyone could comment on my new poem. I'm new here and would love some comments. Thank you in advance.
http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-was-always-hard-for-me-to-say/
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Nec World
(1/24/2010 12:46:00 AM) |
I wish I could read and understand Neruda in Spanish... he is just so amazing, a genius.
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Jerome Nuyda
(1/10/2010 10:46:00 AM) |
It makes you fall in love...to whom or what, you'll never know.
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Beverly Wang
(1/8/2010 1:03:00 AM) |
Twilight's crossing For MR
From twilight crossing
touch from naked fingers
comes sparks of conjured dreams
Visions, lovers embrace
fallen to the ebb of time
caught in minds eye
Memory of bold beauty
passion rains upon us
holding wet desire
Bleeding shores glisten
shared moments mounting
contain the thunder within
In our nature
the storm abounds
ignited by the elements
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Mark Lewis Berryann
(1/2/2010 6:53:00 PM) |
I needed this poem and am so lucky to have found it.
Mark
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Paul Julian
(12/3/2009 3:27:00 PM) |
If you dare to experience to another remarkable love poem read and rate...
'Stranger to me'
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