Pablo Neruda กับบทกวีที่สะเทือนจิตวิญญาณ
เข้าไปอ่าน Pablo Neruda กับบทกวีหัวใจสลาย ในบล็อกของแพนด้ามหาภัย แล้วก็ได้เจอกับบทกวีที่เคยอ่านมานานแล้วและชอบมากๆ แต่ไม่รู้ว่า เป็นบทกวีของใคร
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.
Saddest Poem
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her. How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away. My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her. My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees. We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her. My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me, and this may be the last poem I write for her.
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นะคะ
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ไอซ์ไม่ได้อ่านบทกวีมานานมากแล้ว วันนี้ไล่อ่านหลายๆ บท รู้สึกว่าในหัวใจมันลอยๆ สั่นๆ ยังไงบอกไม่ถูกค่ะ
ไอซ์ไม่ได้แต่งบทกวีมานานแล้วเหมือนกัน อ่านบทกวีของ Pablo Neruda แล้วรู้สึกอยากเขียนขึ้นมาทีเดียว ((แต่ไม่รู้จะเขียนอะไร ฮา...ช่วงนี้ไร้รักค่ะ ขาดอารมณ์โรแมนติกมาบิ๊วท์))
ลองอ่านบางบทดูสิคะ อาจจะรู้สึกสะเทือนลึกเหมือนไอซ์บ้างก็ได้นะ ^^
I do not love you
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 dark 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 solid fragrance, risen 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
that 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 as I fall asleep.
Don't go far off
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?
Clenched Soul
We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that always closed at twilight and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings toward the twilight erasing statues.
Poetry
And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from the branches of night, abruptly from the others, among violent fires or returning alone, there I was without a face and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth had no way with names my eyes were blind, and something started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings, and I made my own way, deciphering that fire and I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing, and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened and open, planets, palpitating planations, shadow perforated, riddled with arrows, fire and flowers, the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesmal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke free on the open sky.
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"I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know."