Vox’s posts tagged pablo neruda

A poem for Sheryl

nobody@vox.com(Ken Camp) — Fri, 05 Sep 2008 17:44:51 +0000

For my sweet Sheryl,

Your Laughter

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.

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full woman, flesh apple, hot moon

nobody@vox.com(Hazel) — Wed, 28 May 2008 18:45:30 +0000

tonight i can write the saddest lines.

write, for example, "the night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."

the night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

tonight i can write the saddest lines.
i loved her, and sometimes she loved me, too.

through nights like thes one, i held her in my arms.
i kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

she loved me, sometimes i loved her, too.
how could one not have loved her great, still eyes?

tonight i can write the saddest lines.
to think that i do not have her, to feel that i have lost her.

to hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
and the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

what does it matter that my love could not keep her?
the night is starry and she is not with me.

this is all. in the distance, someone is singing. in the distance.
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

my sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
my heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

the same night whitening the same trees.
we, of that time, are no longer the same.

i no longer love her, that's certain, but how i loved her.
my voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

another's. she will be another's. as she was, before my kisses.
her voice, her bright body. her infinite eyes.

i no longer love her, that's certain. but maybe i love her.
love is so short, forgetting is so long.

because through nights like this one, i held her in my arms,
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer,
and these the last verses that i write for her.

~pablo neruda

~*~

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Applicable for me too. :-/

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Good Morning

nobody@vox.com(Inspirational Place) — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 03:49:06 +0000

La Dormeuse

Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII)
by Pablo Neruda

Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.

Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.

As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.

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QYN: If You Forget Me

nobody@vox.com(Inspirational Place) — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 17:42:25 +0000

For my Quote Your Neighbor group..

Here's something quite touching from my neighbor snow-flower, a favorite poet's look at love. Please enjoy ;o)

Ruby Petals

Excerpt from "If You Forget Me"

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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Pablo Neruda

nobody@vox.com(Renee/ The PR) — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 04:10:37 +0000

I am nothing more than a poet: I love all of you.
Let none think of me.
Let us think of the entire earth
and pound the table with love.
I don't want blood again
to saturate bread, beans, music:
I wish they would come with me:
the miner, the little girl,
the lawyer, the seaman,
the doll-maker,
to go into a movie and come out
to drink the reddest wine.
I did not come to solve anything.
I came here to sing
and for you to sing with me.

--from "Let the Rail-Splitter Awake"

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