I Want You To Know One Thing

neruda_matildeby Pablo Naruda

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, 
that on that day, 
at that hour, 
I shall lift my arms 
and my roots will set off 
to seek another land. 

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. 

8 Replies to “I Want You To Know One Thing”

  1. J’ai longuement hésité à t’envoyer ce poème, mais il est si magnifique et sa beauté si transcendante que le voilà! Même traduit en Anglais, je ne me lasse pas de le relire, de savourer sa force et de réaliser à quel point Pablo Neruda compte dans ma vie, et doit compter dans celle des êtres sensibles, pour nous rappeler qu’il existe des hommes capables d’aimer simplement et d’oser le dire, et nous aider à continuer d’espérer en la Rencontre…. Du coup, je suis allée chercher tous mes recueils, et le premier que j’ai ouvert a fait apparaître un trèfle à quatre feuilles ancien que j’avais oublié…. Je le partage avec toi, ma chérie! Mum. Le 1 déc. 2016 à 01:58, HemmingPlay a écrit :

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  2. Neruda scares the hell out of me. He was, without doubt, one of world’s greatest poets – but how could a man who sees the world so delicately and so clearly, not seen Stalin for what he was? It does not speak well for humanity.

    Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn said it best:

    No doubt they began in good faith […] but insensibly, commitment by commitment, they saw themselves becoming entangled in a mesh of lies, falsehoods, deceits and perjuries, until they lost their souls.


    1. I will have to do a little more reading about him. The punishment of living your life as a Philistine. 🙄 I don’t know much about the backstory. I just come across his poems from time to time and admire his skill.

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