I am not jealous
of what came before me.

Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!

Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth,
to start our life!

Pablo Neruda

I found this two nights ago on a dear friend’s coffee table.  Written in a tiny powder-pink book of poems, it seemed so unassuming.  But I haven’t been able to shake these words off, so I share them in hopes it may haunt you too.

2 thoughts on “Siempre

  1. Really beautiful poem lady. I’m a huge fan of Pablo Neruda. I was lucky enough to spend some time in Valparaiso, Chile where Pablo Neruda spent some time. Really lovely poem. Thanks for sharing this lady.

    • Ahhh that sounds amazing, ‘Mo. One day my bare feet will walk upon Chile soil. One day. Until then, thanks for reading.

      Big love,

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