If You Forget Me
Even if you haven't understood or experienced love, Pablo Neruda's writing will guide you through the good and the bad of love.
Pablo Neruda has a very unique way of expressing the beauty of love and an extremely cruel and exotic way of describing the pain of love, or rather pain of losing it.
Titled If You Forget Me, this poem is quite beautiful in an "eye for an eye" way.
"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,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land. "
How beautiful and powerful is that part of the poem. Such a poetic way of speaking and painfully romantic.
This man, artist, this wonderful virtuoso has written blueprints in his own form explaining and sharing the beauty and pain in being one with another.
Pain is love they say, yet some of us are happy in the midst of all of that just to share special moments with a special someone.
So love... Love, love, love one another. Love deep and hard and give it your all, for in moments where it is stripped from you you can walk away and believe in your heart you have given it your all.
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,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
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.