Pablo Neruda: If You Forget Me

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Pablo Neruda breaks my heart in the best way. I can’t pick a favorite, but If You Forget Me is up there. His work is best read in Spanish as he wrote it, there is something that gets lost in translation but the work is still beautiful nonetheless in English. He evokes emotion with his words and I dip into my little Neruda collection from time to time just to savor it.

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.
-read the poem in its entirety here

What do you think of this one?

April is National Poetry Month, follow this link for more.

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Killing The Love

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Seeing how April is National Poetry Month, I wanted to share a few of my favorite poems these few weeks.  I like Anne Sexton so much because her poetry is so raw. She put it all out there and there is something to be said for that. Her poems are passionate and intense.

A snippet from a favorite of hers called “Killing the Love”. 

I am the love killer,
I am murdering the music we thought so special,
that blazed between us, over and over.
I am murdering me, where I kneeled at your kiss.
I am pushing knives through the hands
that created two into one.
Our hands do not bleed at this,
they lie still in their dishonor….

Read the poem in its entirety here: https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/killing-the-love/

What do you think of this one? Do you have a favorite Anne Sexton poem, or a favorite by another poet?

Thanks for stopping by, enjoy your day.

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Mailbox Monday: It’s all about Christmas

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“Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution.”-Kahlil Gibran

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Mailbox Monday is the gathering place for readers to share the books that came in their mailbox during the last week. Warning: Mailbox Monday can lead to envy, toppling TBR piles and humongous wish lists.

Happy Monday everyone. I hope you are all doing well. We drove out to Upstate NY last week for some picture-taking, hence the photo above. It was a beautiful day and a great way to de-stress a bit after a crazy week. It was the perfect Fall day.

On a bookish note, I know that Thanksgiving hasn’t even arrived, yet I couldn’t help be in the Christmas spirit already. I just have one book to share this week:

xmas

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A favorite poem by Browning, and I think my favorite lines here are
“I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints.”

There is something just sweet and to the point about this poem. I feel it showcases how loving someone is as necessary to life as breathing is.  “I love thee to the level of every day’s most quiet need”.  

What do you think?

Follow this link  to read more of her work. Sonnets from the Portuguese has been on my wishlist for a while now, I really should grab a copy for my shelves.

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There’s a certain slant of light

THERE’S a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are….

-Emily Dickinson

Read the poem in full here.

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Happy Sunday everyone. I hope you are enjoying your weekend. Winter is in full swing in my neck of the woods. I took the photo above last weekend after the blizzard hit.
Whenever it is done snowing and the roads are clear, I can’t resist taking my Canon out to take a few photos. I used photo editing on this one to give it a softer look.

On a bookish note, I have been reading two books. Freefall into Us by Tess Rosa Ruiz and The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Both are poetic.

What are you reading?

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