Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Poetry of Pablo Neruda

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.

I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine?

Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting stars, falling objects.

5 comments:

Robin said...

i'm reading residence on earth at the moment. a great master.

Maysaloon said...

It is, even in English his words strike a chord. I guess it's because of the shared human experience that he's described so well.

bells and birds said...

ah lovely... across all the landscapes and cultures neruda
resonates in the people...
if you haven't heard about it,
there is a lovely project called red poppy- they are making
a documentary on pablo.....
http://www.redpoppy.net/pablo_neruda.php

bells and birds said...

ah lovely... across all the landscapes and cultures neruda
resonates in the people...
if you haven't heard about it,
there is a lovely project called red poppy- they are making
a documentary on pablo.....
http://www.redpoppy.net/pablo_neruda.php

Public Confessions said...

this guy is great

~ <3 Poems about life <3~