Friday, June 28, 2013

If You Forgot Me by Pablo Neruda

My ferns, blocking the heat and shading the carport.

By Pablo Neruda

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,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

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.       

Daylily in my front yard.
My favorite Rose.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Happy Summer Solstice in Pictures

a quote I liked and copied into my notebook

storm coming - for Annie Marie

my favorite new watercolor paints from dollar tree

a little redhead checking out my miniature typewriter table

my hood, more or less

angel-wing begonia's blushing flowers

one of my many to-be-re-read piles

Molly (Blythe) with her new John Lennon tee-shirt

a rose is a rose is a rose...