Flowers and
Daggers of Others
This is a collection of some of my favorite poems of other
people. This is an on-going project. In some of these I enjoy
what I find for meaning, in some the form, and in some there is
no reason for why I like it. If possible I will include the
authors name. Otherwise, just know I didn't write the piece if
it is on this page.
‘I like you calm, as if you were absent’
- Pablo Neruda
XV From:’ Veinte poemas de amor’
I like you calm, as if you were absent,
and you hear me far-off, and my voice does not touch you.
It seems that your eyelids have taken to flying:
it seems that a kiss has sealed up your mouth.
Since all these things are filled with my spirit,
you come from things, filled with my spirit.
You appear as my soul, as the butterfly’s dreaming,
and you appear as Sadness’s word.
I like you calm, as if you were distant,
you are a moaning, a butterfly’s cooing.
You hear me far-off, my voice does not reach you.
Let me be calmed, then, calmed by your silence.
Let me commune, then, commune with your silence,
clear as a light, and pure as a ring.
You are like night, calmed, constellated.
Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
I like you calm, as if you were absent:
distant and saddened, as if you were dead.
One word at that moment, a smile, is sufficient.
And I thrill, then, I thrill: that it cannot be so. |
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