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
translated from original "Si Tú Me Olvidas"
by Pablo Neruda
Happy Anniversary.
Labels: haiku and poems
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
- Maya Angelou...
Saturday, July 19, 2008
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
- Maya Angelou
Labels: haiku and poems
No discount pedals
Hey,
You returned to your heart,
and fount it empty.
Ships are sailing away.
Yet the wind hasn't blown your sail.
You know what it's like to have a heart break
yet you've never loved.
You closed the door,
and locked the gate.
You're pushing people away,
but what you really want
is to hold them long enough,
to call them your friends.
You wonder and ponder,
where have you gone wrong,
and why aren't we sailing the same way.
You want to run,
but you don't know where to go.
And in your room,
no sun is shining.
No hand was extended,
they are holding other's.
You're lonely.
I understand.
Even though I've sailed,
you know my mobile is always on.
You must understand that I've moved on,
because I have to.
Sometimes I wonder,
is it true that the wave has come,
but you're just afraid to ride it?...
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
You returned to your heart,
and fount it empty.
Ships are sailing away.
Yet the wind hasn't blown your sail.
You know what it's like to have a heart break
yet you've never loved.
You closed the door,
and locked the gate.
You're pushing people away,
but what you really want
is to hold them long enough,
to call them your friends.
You wonder and ponder,
where have you gone wrong,
and why aren't we sailing the same way.
You want to run,
but you don't know where to go.
And in your room,
no sun is shining.
No hand was extended,
they are holding other's.
You're lonely.
I understand.
Even though I've sailed,
you know my mobile is always on.
You must understand that I've moved on,
because I have to.
Sometimes I wonder,
is it true that the wave has come,
but you're just afraid to ride it?
Labels: haiku and poems