Tuesday, November 22, 2016

a love sonnet by pablo neruda

This love sonnet by the Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda, is some of the most beautiful writing I've read in a long time:

You will remember that leaping stream 
where sweet aromas rose and trembled,
and sometimes a bird, wearing water
and slowness, its winter feathers.
You will remember those gifts from the earth:
indelible scents, gold clay,
weeds in the thicket and crazy roots,
magical thorns like swords.
You'll remember the bouquet you picked,
shadows and silent water,
bouquet like a foam-covered stone.
That time was like never, and like always.
So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there.

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