Day 62 Question 62

Day 62 Question 62:

What is your favorite poem?

I am not an avid poetry reader but every once in a while one crosses my path that I fall a little bit in love with.  Poetry is this art form in which people are able to express themselves in abstract ways which is so very beautiful to me.  They tell a story and to writer they know all of the details and the pieces that the words so delicately define but the reader is only able to wonder what the writer has truly felt.  Poetry is this art form in which both parties (the reader and writer) have their own story and are able to translate the words they see fit.

I chose the poem below because it reminds me so much of an important time in my life.  One day past I met this amazing person but our lives were unable to come together at the moment.  This person I will never forget because he showed me a world outside of my own and made me believe in things and feelings that I never knew existed.  I hope you enjoy it.  What is your favorite poem?

If You Forget Me

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

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7 Responses to Day 62 Question 62

  1. jim says:

    love neruda but my favorite is “the four quartets” by t.s. eliot

  2. brains says:

    this is my favorite poem for a few reasons. it reminds us that the human condition can appear strong but only be a facade, ready to crumble of the wind blows the wrong way or it gets a little colder than we expected. it reminds us that people are fragile and mortal, and what’s here today might not be here tomorrow. and you might never know why.

    Richard Cory

    Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
    We people on the pavement looked at him:
    He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
    Clean-favoured and imperially slim.

    And he was always quietly arrayed,
    And he was always human when he talked;
    But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
    “Good Morning!” and he glittered when he walked.

    And he was rich, yes, richer than a king,
    And admirably schooled in every grace:
    In fine — we thought that he was everything
    To make us wish that we were in his place.

    So on we worked and waited for the light,
    And went without the meat and cursed the bread,
    And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
    Went home and put a bullet in his head.
    – edward arlington robinson

  3. Robert says:

    Ah, Neruda…good choice.

  4. Anything by T.S. Eliot.

  5. ataraxiphile says:

    Roll the Dice – Buk 🙂

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  7. granbee says:

    Pablo Neruda HAS to be one of the all-time great poets! Bless you for sharing this one with us! Also, I still love all the poetry in the Psalms, the Song of Solomon, and that matchless one by Robert Frost about taking the road less traveled, for that has been my mantra my entire life!

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