Your Favorite Poems

ProfPacker · 06-25-2014, 04:51 PM

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deathbypoem · 06-25-2014, 05:06 PM

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.

~Pablo Neruda

06-25-2014, 04:51 PM	#1
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06-25-2014, 05:06 PM	#2
deathbypoem Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Poetically versed to breathe only truth and bleed certainty Preferred Pronoun?: Kane Relationship Status: Married to Chefnaction Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Finally, home Posts: 1,987 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,900 Thanked 4,733 Times in 1,583 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	I like you calm, as if you were absent 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. ~Pablo Neruda __________________ I need your grace To remind me To find my own