March 11, 2009

If You Forget Me

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--Description: Neruda P., Love, Separation

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

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.

Pablo Neruda

--Did You Know:  During his lifetime, Neruda occupied many diplomatic posts and served a stint as a senator for the Chilean Communist Party. When Neruda returned to Chile after his Nobel Prize acceptance speech, Salvador Allende invited him to read at the Estadio Nacional before 70,000 people.[3]

--Word of the Day: hidalgo (hi-DAL-go) noun
Meaning: A member of the lower nobility in Spain.
Example: "[The play] ended in a massive attack by U.S. troops, who illustrated egalitarian principles by slaughtering hidalgos, peons, and enslaved Indians alike."
(Michael Feingold; This Week's Hot New Plays; The Village Voice New York; Oct 2, 2007.)

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Katia Shtefan on March 12, 2009 at 10:05 AM said...

"if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me"...Wow. Normal (non-poetic) words are truly insufficient to describe those of Neruda.

If you really like him, check out Red Poppy at It's a non-profit set up to create a documentary about Neruda, publish his biography, and translate his works into English. To see our blog on Neruda’s literary activism, go to

V. Mahfood on March 12, 2009 at 11:31 AM said...

Neruda's passion is distinctive and never disappoints. It's true, normal words would not be sufficient for him.

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