Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?.
Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
Have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you, I again
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.
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Comments1There's something incredibly raw and heart-wrenching about the way Pablo Neruda captures the essence of longing and loss in this piece. The paradoxical nature of forgetting yet constantly being reminded of the one you long for is so poignantly portrayed. Neruda truly excels at painting vivid images with his words, making the reader feel as though they are experiencing the same intense emotions. And while the overall tone is melancholic, one can't help but appreciate the raw beauty of the human emotions he skillfully depicts. Truly a beautiful, touching piece.