Finale Poem by Pablo Neruda
Finale
Matilde, years or days
sleeping, feverish,
here or there,
gazing off,
twisting my spine,
bleeding true blood,
perhaps I awaken
or am lost, sleeping:
hospital beds, foreign windows,
white uniforms of the silent walkers,
the clumsiness of feet.
And then, these journeys
and my sea of renewal:
your head on the pillow,
your hands floating
in the light, in my light,
over my earth.
It was beautiful to live
when you lived!
The world is bluer and of the earth
at night, when I sleep
enormous, within your small hands
' It was beautiful to live when you lived'.......Beautiful line!
''FINAL'' Matilde, años o días dormidos, afiebrados, aquí o allá, clavando rompiendo el espinazo, sangrando sangre verdadera, despertando tal vez o perdido, dormido: camas clínicas, ventanas extranjeras, vestidos blancos de las sigilosas, la torpeza en los pies. Luego estos viajes y el mío mar de nuevo: tu cabeza en la cabecera, tus manos voladoras en la luz, en mi luz, sobre mi tierra. Fue tan bello vivir cuando vivías! El mundo es más azul y más terrestre de noche, cuando duermo enorme, adentro de tus breves manos.
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The world is bluer and of the earth at night, when I sleep enormous, within your small hands A fine poem of Pablo Neruda