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PABLO NERUDA – Love
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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.
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 From
Passions and Impressions
copyright © 1978 by the Estate of Pablo Neruda
Translation by Margaret Sayers Peden
copyright © by Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, Inc.
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