Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)

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If You Forget Me


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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Edited: Thursday, August 07, 2014

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  • Rookie - 114 Points Gexg Lalnuna (10/18/2014 12:31:00 AM)

    My favourite poem: -D.I love the way Pablo thinks and the way he penned it down. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 639 Points Sagnik Chakraborty (10/11/2014 9:42:00 AM)

    Love feeds on love, so true. Neruda's poems are always full of feeling and they will move you a lot. Although reading him in original Spanish is a much more complete experience. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,178 Points Geetha Jayakumar (7/22/2014 1:42:00 AM)

    To My Dear Poet Pablo Neruda on...If You Forget Me!


    How to forget you my dear poet,
    As one of my favourite poem is in air.
    Today, I want to sing openly few lines on love
    Since you are no more to listen to me dear.

    I have not uttered any words of love to anyone.
    For I fear, my fragile heart will be broken and mended very often.

    But I fear you no more, as you have a heart of gold.
    For I felt none so near as I find you closer to my heart.
    Remember, my dear, only for you I have kept my heart open!
    For, I am too poor or may be a fear to write any poems on love.
    So openly, you write poems on love.

    How to forget you my dear poet
    My heart beats, right only for you.
    As you taught me how to write Fantastic poems on love.

    Though the words you poured out from your heart,
    But it had passed like lightening through my heart.
    You have send me a few sparks of love from thy heaven
    Which set my heart on fire.

    Please do come down from heaven to extinguish the fire you have set in!
    How to forget you my dear poet as love is still in air!

    With Love, Your's.................Geetha Jayakumar
    I love the poets work! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Anna Garland (7/20/2014 2:35:00 PM)

    I especially love these lines;

    as if everything that exists,
    aromas, light, metals,
    were little boats
    that sail
    toward those isles of yours that wait for me. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Anna Garland (7/20/2014 2:34:00 PM)

    I love these lines especially

    as if everything that exists,
    aromas, light, metals,
    were little boats
    that sail
    toward those isles of yours that wait for me. (Report) Reply

    Rookie - 75 Points Ishita Chakrabarty (8/14/2014 2:45:00 PM)

    Same here :) The poem is wonderful..

  • Rookie - 517 Points Piyush Dey (6/26/2014 7:20:00 AM)

    reading this, i can surely say, though each poem has it's own essence and beauty, it is the most beauteous love poem ever written, each line was like a magic itself.
    a fantastic read. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Amoo Oluseun (6/25/2014 9:25:00 AM)

    lovely poem 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, (Report) Reply

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