Pablo Neruda is probably my favorite dead poet. Pablo Neruda was he pen name then he changed it into his legal name. I think part of the reason he did that is the part that a lot of poets write from a point of view that is not their own. Just to keep an open mind I guess. However I can't read minds so it just what I think but I personally like writing about in 3rd person. It makes it less nerve racking to share because nobody but the writer knows. It is one of my favorite poems by Pablo.
| Here I Love You 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. http://poemhunter.com/poem/here-i-love-you-3/ |
