A couple of poems that speak about love

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A couple of poems that speak about love

Postby Cyrene » Mon Aug 08, 2011 11:43 pm

A couple of poems by an intimist Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda.

SO THAT YOU WILL HEAR ME

So that you will hear me
my words
sometimes grow thin
as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.

Necklace, drunken bell
for your hands as smooth as grapes.

And I watch my words from a long way off.
They are more yours than mine.
They climb on my old suffering ivy.

It climbs the same way on damp walls.
You are to blame for this cruel sport.

They are fleeing from my dark lair.
You fill everything, you fill everything.

Before you they are peopled in the solitude that you occupy,
and they are more used to my sadness than you are.

Now I want them to say what I want to say to you
and to make you hear as I wasn’t you to hear me.

The winds of anguish still hauls on them as usual.
Sometimes hurricanes of dreams still knock them over.

You listen to other voices in my painful voice
Lament of old mouths, blood of old supplications.
Love me, companion. Don’t forsake me. Follow me.
Follow me, companion, on this wave of anguish.

But my words become stained with your love.
You occupy everything, you occupy everything.

I am making them into an endless necklace
for your white hands, smooth as grapes.



SONNET XVIII

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.
"One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes."
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Re: A couple of poems that speak about love

Postby mirjana » Wed Aug 10, 2011 2:18 pm

Nice start Cyrene. =0) Welcome to DS.
Your signature:"One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.", corresponds beautifully to your choice for the first post in DS.
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Re: A couple of poems that speak about love

Postby Sabina » Mon Aug 22, 2011 2:09 pm

Here is another poem that speaks about love: "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", by T.S. Eliot, recited by Anthony Hopkins.

...
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
...


"Whether You believe you can, or you can't, you are right."
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