Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Pablo Neruda: If You Forget Me

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

But 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.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

O, we do love Neruda. And we are quite pleased to see the link to U2 on your site.
I hope that you all are well and happy in beautiful Colorado.

The Mama of the House said...

We are well and happy. And I truly love Neruda. Thanks for your comments!