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Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Love at Poem-Sight
If only you can see me now, you'd probably die laughing. Imagine: Me. Typing. Singhandedly. LEFT hand. Right hand...stiff and achy. Self-Diagnosis: the beginnings of arthritis. Cause: Using PC minimum 5 hours a day! Culprit: p-a-p-e-r-w-o-r-k-s! Or plain Internet addiction.
But hey, this is the best I can do tonight. A poem from a poet I am beginning to love.
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.
-Pablo Neruda
