Who knew I write poetry! But I do, it's a hobby and I'm pretty horrible but practice makes perfect I guess. Well is just one of those spur of the moment things, hope you enjoy. This one's for all my beloved chicas out there...u know who you are.
A Platonic Lovenote
by Greg Chan.
Hearsay lay rest on lips of mute minds
I proclaim my love to you.
Indulge with me, a sin of vices
As we walk the plank of damned joy.
Hold thy hand dear queen of heartache
My only defense: an ignorance of lust.
I beseech you not to take from me
This love, deeper than our skins
where bodies may never touch;
Yet of eachother, we know so much.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
on Monday, October 26, 2009
I'm a novice in Spanish but I recently started reading Pablo Neruda work as part of my language class and this guy blow my mind! His metaphors, analogies, rhyme and syllabic structures amazes me!
Poetry has not always been an art I gravitate to as much as literature but the way Neruda's poetry reads, I found myself fixated on his verses for hours(and even more time spent translating those hard-to-understand lines). I recommend you all go out and grab one of his volumes or googlebooks' pdf! Enough about that though...just wanna dedicate this to my secret bffl! :P
SI TÚ ME OLVIDAS
QUIERO que sepas
una cosa.
Tú sabes cómo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal,la rama roja
del lento otoño en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe,
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.
Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco.
Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.
Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en ese día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.
Pero
si cada día,
cada hora
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable.
Si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.
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