9.21.2009
Don't go far off, Not even for a day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
~Pablo Neruda
Isn't that just beautiful? I can feel it in my tip toes. Words can sound
like a ballet. Like this. This is a ballet of words.
I think I'm going to go play dress up!
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3 comments:
That is a lovely poem! How did you come to know of Pablo Neruda? I didn't read any of his poems until college.
I like.
-guarcal
ooooh. ballet poems and dress up.
we must schedule a play-date.. =]
what fun that would be!
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