by Pablo Naruda
I want you to know
one thing.Â
You know how this is:Â
if I lookÂ
at the crystal moon, at the red branchÂ
of the slow autumn at my window,Â
if I touchÂ
near the fireÂ
the impalpable ashÂ
or the wrinkled body of the log,Â
everything carries me to you,Â
as if everything that exists,Â
aromas, light, metals,Â
were little boatsÂ
that sailÂ
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.Â
Well, now,Â
if little by little you stop loving meÂ
I shall stop loving you little by little.Â
If suddenlyÂ
you forget meÂ
do not look for me,Â
for I shall already have forgotten you.Â
If you think it long and mad,Â
the wind of bannersÂ
that passes through my life,Â
and you decideÂ
to leave me at the shoreÂ
of the heart where I have roots,Â
rememberÂ
that on that day,Â
at that hour,Â
I shall lift my armsÂ
and my roots will set offÂ
to seek another land.Â
ButÂ
if each day,Â
each hour,Â
you feel that you are destined for meÂ
with implacable sweetness,Â
if each day a flowerÂ
climbs up to your lips to seek me,Â
ah my love, ah my own,Â
in me all that fire is repeated,Â
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,Â
my love feeds on your love, beloved,Â
and as long as you live it will be in your armsÂ
without leaving mine.Â
HemmingPlay 
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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That is a sweet thought, and I like the gift of the clover leaf. Thank you. 🙂
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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:
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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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One of favourite poets… Thank you for sharing…
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You are quite welcome. Thanks for dropping by.
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beautiful, and he is one of my favorite poets
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Mine, too.
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