Noi

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

I remeber

I remember the first time I saw you,
My knees grew weak,
At the sight of your face,
I could not believe,
that God had made,
something this beautiful.

I remember our first kiss,
My head grew faint,
It was enough for me,
Just to be near you,
But to touch your lips,
Was almost too much to bear.

I remember our wedding,
My mind was confused,
How could I be here,
My God, this angel before me,
Was coming to be my wife,
I see you through the clouds.

I remember last night,
My mind cannot comprehend,
Watching you play with our kids,
My angel for these many years,
Seeing your face,
My knees grew weak.

Cal Evans

20.01.2008

How Do I Love Thee?

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

10.02.2008

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.I love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers. Thanks to your love a certain fragrance, risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride, so I love you because I know no other way than this: where “I” does not exist, nor “you,” So close that your hand on my chest is my hand, So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.-Pablo Neruda

pasiune 12.07.2008