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Le poète chilien Pablo Neruda [1904-1973]

Le poète chilien Pablo Neruda [1904-1973]
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Pablo Neruda auf einer DDR-Briefmarke von 1974. Wikimedia Commons - Public Domain.

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Pablo Neruda, de son vrai nom Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto, était un poète chilien, né le 12 juillet 1904 à Parral (province de Linares, Chili), mort le 23 septembre 1973 à Santiago du Chili.

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φλόγα Alev
φλόγα Alev
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

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
8 years ago.
Daniela has replied to φλόγα Alev
Merci, Alev, pour ce beau poème de Pablo Neruda...
8 years ago.
Schwarze Rabenseele
Schwarze Rabenseele
Venceremos 1970-73 /No pasaran 1936-39
8 years ago. Edited 8 years ago.
Krisonteme¸.•*¨
Krisonteme¸.•*¨
et je le réécoute chez toi Merci!!!!
8 years ago.
Elie
Elie
du grand Ferrat !!!!
8 years ago.