Sunday Morning Soliloquy - Musings of an Urbanite: If Your Forget Me - Celebrating Pablo Neruda

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

If Your Forget Me - Celebrating Pablo Neruda


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40th Anniversary of the death of Pablo Neruda 

Pablo Neruda - If You Forget Me


Browsing around Instagram for photos of Fashion Week and other work related tidbits, I came across a quote from the poem If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda. This poem resonated with me for several reasons. When I was younger, I likened my reaction to the way I was treated by others to a tennis ball hitting a wall - the harder you hit the ball, the harder it's going to come back at you.

Coincidentally, yesterday was the 40th anniversary of death of the Nobel Prize winning poet, sited as "the greatest poet of the 20th century..."In honor of Pablo Neruda's death, and as a personal message, I thought I would share more than the excerpt of the poem that is floating around Instagram. See below for the full poem, If You Forget Me. It is a beautiful message that starts harshly but ends softly.


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,
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


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