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Topic: Pablo Neruda
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Lialei Knowflake Posts: 1895 From: blank canvas Registered: Jul 2005
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posted January 12, 2008 02:13 PM
XXVIIILove, from seed to seed, from planet to planet, the wind with its net through the darkening nations, war with its bloody shoes, or even the day, with a thorny night. Wherever we went, islands or bridges or flags, there were the violins of the fleeting autumn, bullet-laced; happiness echoing at the rim of the wineglass; sorrow detaining us, with its lessons of tears. Through all those republics the wind whipped --- its arrogant pavillions, its glacial hair; it would return the flowers, later, to their work. But no withering autumn ever touched us. In our stable place a love sprouted, grew: as rightfully empowered as the dew. IP: Logged |
Lialei Knowflake Posts: 1895 From: blank canvas Registered: Jul 2005
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posted January 12, 2008 02:14 PM
LXXMaybe-- though I do not bleed---I am wounded, walking along one of the rays of your life. In the middle of the jungle the water stops me, the rain that falls with its sky. Then I touch the heart that fell, raining: there I know it was your eyes that pierced me, into my grief's vast hinterlands. And only a shadow's whisper appears, Who is it? Who is it?, but it has no name, the leaf or dark water that patters in the middle of the jungle, deaf along the paths: so, my love, I knew that I was wounded, and no one spoke there except the shadows, the wandering night, the kiss of the rain. IP: Logged |
Lialei Knowflake Posts: 1895 From: blank canvas Registered: Jul 2005
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posted January 12, 2008 02:16 PM
XLIVYou must know that I do not love and that I love you, because everything has its two sides; a word is one wing of the silence, fire has its cold half. I love you in order to begin to love you, to start infinity again and never to stop loving you: that's why I do not love you yet. I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held keys in my hand: to a future of joy --- a wretched, muddled fate --- My love has two lives, in order to love you: that's why I love you when I do not love you, and also why I love you when I do.
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Lialei Knowflake Posts: 1895 From: blank canvas Registered: Jul 2005
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posted January 12, 2008 02:17 PM
XLV Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --- because --- I don't know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
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Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 8653 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted January 12, 2008 05:07 PM
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NosiS Moderator Posts: 1344 From: ) Registered: Apr 2004
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posted January 12, 2008 05:36 PM
He's quite a treasure! IP: Logged |
AcousticGod Knowflake Posts: 13094 From: CA, USA Registered: May 2005
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posted January 12, 2008 09:00 PM
That was niceIP: Logged |
Lialei Knowflake Posts: 1895 From: blank canvas Registered: Jul 2005
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posted January 17, 2008 03:23 AM
Stephen~ NosiS~ yes he is. He sets my heart on gentle waves. AG more~~
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Of all the stars I admired, drenched in various rivers and mists, I chose only the one I love. Since then I sleep with the night.
Of all the waves, one wave and another wave, green sea, green chill, branchings of green, I chose only the one wave, the indivisible wave of your body. All the waterdrops, all the roots, all the threads of light gathered to me here; they came to me sooner or later. I wanted your hair, all for myself. From all the graces my homeland offered I chose only your savage heart. 1. XXXIX When I die, I want your hands on my eyes; I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me once more; I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep. I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together, to continue to walk on the sand we walk on. I want what I love to continue to live, and you whom I love and sang above everything else to continue to flourish, full-flowered: so that you can reach everything my love directs you to, so that my shadow can travel along in your hair, so that everything can learn the reason for my song. VI
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips: maybe it was the voice of the rain crying, a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off: it seemed deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth, a shout muffled by huge autumns, by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves. Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood --- and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent. IP: Logged |
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posted January 17, 2008 09:01 AM
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26taurus Knowflake Posts: 14733 From: * Registered: Jun 2004
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posted July 02, 2008 11:27 PM
Thank you, Lia. IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 8653 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted July 03, 2008 02:10 AM
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writesomething Moderator Posts: 2054 From: meet me in montauk Registered: May 2006
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posted July 04, 2008 01:48 AM
"I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire.I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood." IP: Logged |
NosiS Moderator Posts: 1344 From: ) Registered: Apr 2004
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posted July 04, 2008 10:48 AM
These translations were done well.His original poems (in Spanish) are really exquisite. Ah... IP: Logged |
writesomething Moderator Posts: 2054 From: meet me in montauk Registered: May 2006
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posted July 17, 2008 12:48 AM
Tonight I can write the saddest lines Tonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example,'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is shattered and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight searches for her as though to go to her. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before. Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her. IP: Logged |
Pearlty Knowflake Posts: 168 From: Registered: Nov 2006
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posted September 06, 2008 12:07 PM
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