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Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Empty Nest

I could never be alone with
There is always a noise
I hear leaves rustling from the
and the sounds of cars
by, and if it is too
quiet, I will turn the tv on low -or
music and I don't really even pay attention to either.

I could never really be alone with
so I had babies,
one after another,
until I became too
old. And then I got a dog to try to fill the
in my heart, that only those babies could fill.

Now, I live alone with a dog who
barks and
noises around me, and I
the sound, feel, and smell of a baby.

Friday, October 1, 2010

If You Forget Me

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
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