By Pablo Neruda |
Submitted by B.K.
Date: 2018 Feb 11
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So I wait for you like a lonely house|
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.
Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicket of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you? Pablo Neruda
Love is a clash of lightnings
I touched you and my life stopped
Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba,
you have vines and stars in your hair
You are the trembling of time, that passes
between vertical light and darkened sky
Oh invade me with your scalding mouth,
search me if you like, with your nocturnal eyes,
but allow me to sail and sleep upon your name
I love you like the plant that does not bloom
and carries in itself, hidden, the light of those flowers
Love, my territory of kisses and volcanoes.
I love you without knowing how, nor when, nor from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you this way because I know no other way to love,
I know you exist not just because your eyes fly
and give light to things like an open window
I love the piece of earth you are,
because in all the planetary prairies
I do not have another star. You repeat
the multiplication of the universe.
I repeated: come with me, as if I were dying,
and no one saw in my mouth the moon that was bleeding,
no one saw the blood that was rising into the silence.
Oh love, now let us forget the star with thorns!
I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory.
In empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait
No one will retrieve my lost heart
amidst so many roots, in the bitter freshness
of the sun multiplied by the fury of the water,
there the shadow lives that does not travel with me.
From all the graces of my homeland
I chose only your savage heart.
Of so much moon were your hips to me,
of all the sun your deep mouth and its delight,
of so much burning light like honey in the shade
from that terrible love the soft pure hands
gave peace to my eyes and sun to my senses.
Come see the cherry trees of a water constellation
and the round key of the rapid universe,
come touch the fire of instantaneous blue,
come before its petals are consumed.
my beauty, flower by flower, star by star,
wave by wave, love, I have counted your body.
Love brought its tail of pains,
its long static beam of thorns,
and we close our eyes so that nothing,
so that no wound will separate us.
They lie those that say I lost the moon,
those that prophesized my fate of sand,
they assert so many things with cold tongues:
they wish to ban the flower of the universe.
Before loving you, love, nothing was mine:
I hesitated through the streets and things:
nothing mattered or had a name:
the world was of the air that I awaited.
I cannot quit your love without dying.
You will fall with me as a stone in the grave
100 Love Sonnets