Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.
The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.
In a published book
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From guest Girish (contact)
I want to dedicate this poem to Aparajita because it touches my heart so much that there is no more words to describe what the writer wrote. And i love her so...i wouldn't trade her for gold! -
Pablo Neruda
From guest Mishmmil Eeman (contact)
Pablo Neruda, a magnificent poet of Chile, of Latin America and, finally, of the Americas, well may be, in the words of Gabriel García Márquez, "the greatest poet of the twentieth century -- in any language." Beloved by Chileans of all classes, he is known throughout the world -- an iconic figure comparable to, say, Pablo Picasso or Charlie Chaplin. He is one of the most widely read and cherished poets in history. I Personally think Not even an experienced person can truly grasp or explain love to its truest and deepest meaning. Its concepts are just a never ending story of an open book of experiences. But love does lie in one's heart, where memories are but shadows lingering in your soul. -
i think this is my favourite by him so far.
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Here I Love You
From guest bobbie wright (contact)
Pablo was the most passionate and sensual writer ever to grace our eyes with the beauty of words and I forever strive to find his imagery within my own meager writings. This poem is proof of that. -
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Lovely..imgination..
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beautiful
From guest sheema (contact)
it touched my heart, it reminds me of myself and my love that is far all the oceans from me. -
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The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.
*Seems near or far satisfaction comes from loving* Although, when it comes to love, I prefer near. This I like. -
Oh my, my heart is drifting away with that lone ship. What beautiful longing. I am off to write something, I think! If only to find the port . . .
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I had a parallel pull
this could be literal or exaggerated distance and duration of separation as this chemical sensitive mamma feels by marginal highway that husband and daughter trips out to.
the mingling of the first stanza gets a grip of description yet on an edge of time to share. the second connects intelligence for moment with slowed down alliteration. and then the third is a burst, which was next with what stopped me with " Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things." one isn't swamped by environment to swap concentration totally. but then the ending there emotes worry of object permanence developed arched or angled in a heart first learned as a baby with walking family.
heaviness of paths in shadow without sureness echoes this afterwards! Oh, proposals of self's life have no aim but mechanical in such ache. then setting is sketchboard of of moving memory towards modeling.
sighingly enchanting,
babies are my subject -
simply touching
it made me feel loved -
From guest Carolina/Caroline (contact)
Como chilena que soy, me es grato saber que gente extranjera puede entender la magnificencia de Neruda =). Like the Chilean girl that I am, is very beautiful to me know that other people can understand this emotive words, and love them, like Neruda does =). -
how sad am I that it made me teary eyed.
To be loved like this, amazing how reading how he said. "Here I love you." And in your eye you can see a lone solitary figure almost bent at the waist.
Classic beauty.
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"Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet."
Yes...I know this feeling well. Although I never knew how to put it in words before.
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Far Away Love
A sailor Love. Touching. Cleaves to my heart. Of the many things we do in our short life loving a far away soul must be the hardest. And being able to put those emothons in words must be tramatic. This poem has great meaning and can identify with many lovers today whose mates are far away. Very touching. Great Write! -
Wonderful! Good descriptions with sound emotion.
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Ahh what feeling in this..
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Oh, I just love this poem. Who else can write the darkness of melanhcoly and the light of love better than Neruda! I was so inspired by this poem...I wrote my own version too (lol, I tried to, because there is only one Pablo Neruda! Distant love is something that is a reality for me...and I know the blue miseries of that.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet. - that line is so descriptive, so powerful...soaked in longing and love. Magnificent poetry!
~ Nicolette
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This is amazing... has the deepest feelings associated with distant love. Words that would touch the heart of anyone who has ever loved!
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