Treasure Island

Pablo Neruda

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

The Question


Love, a question
has destroyed you.

I have come back to you
from thorny uncertainty.

I want you straight as
the sword or the road.

But you insist
on keeping a nook
of shadow that I do not want.

My love,
understand me,
I love all of you,
from eyes to feet, to toenails,
inside,
all the brightness, which you kept.

It is I, my love,
who knocks at your door.
It is not the ghost, it is not
the one who once stopped
at your window.
I knock down the door:
I enter your life:
I come to live in your soul:
you cannot cope with me.

You must open door to door,
you must obey me,
you must open your eyes
so that I may search in them,
you must see how I walk
with heavy steps
along all the roads
that, blind, were waiting for me.

Do not fear,
I am yours,
but
I am not the passenger or the beggar,
I am your master,
the one you were waiting for,
and now I enter
your life,
no more to leave it,
love, love, love,
but to stay.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Aimee Alv. (12/31/2009 12:18:00 PM)

    more than anyone else, this man has influenced my views on love.

    well, him and michael buble. :) (Report) Reply

  • Aimee Alv. (12/31/2009 12:18:00 PM)

    more than anyone else, this man has influenced my views on love.

    well, him and michael buble. :) (Report) Reply

  • April Night (11/8/2008 1:32:00 PM)

    I really love this poem, it is very seductive and makes one feel safe in a strange kind of way i think X (Report) Reply

  • Navita Mahajan (10/26/2008 12:19:00 PM)

    Hmm...a love being lived...in a fragile world..with fragile steps..through fragile breaths..for fragile moments...a love i am living. (Report) Reply

  • Kentucky Refugee (3/26/2008 11:03:00 PM)

    For a strong woman, this poem is very seductive. Who amoung us never dreamed of a love based on truth and honesty with a man who is our equal? (Report) Reply

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