Poetry begins in delight and ends in wisdom
Which further got my thinking about my most favorite poems... And I've decided to post 'em here... sort of like a trip down memory lane.. except that you can relish the words too. I've already posted Rudyard Kipling's IF... there's many more... So here goes nothing. This one is by Pablo Neruda. Ensaai!
If I die, survive me with such sheer force
that you waken the furies of the pallid and the cold,
from south to south lift your indelible eyes,
from sun to sun dream through your singing mouth.
I don't want your laughter or your steps to waver,
I don't want my heritage of joy to die.
Don't call up my person. I am absent.
Live in my absence as if in a house so vast
that inside you will pass through its walls
and hang pictures on the air.
Absence is a house so transparent
that I, lifeless, will see you, living,
and if you suffer, my love, I will die again.
Beautiful or what?
Sigh.
profound i'd say...you must read some of tagore's works...there's so much of depth in there.
or what :P
Rythwin
aww.
Sigh,alrite.
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or if think,
and try understanding the poem and what the poet must be going thru while writing it...
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WHAT NOT?? ;)
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