Absence by Pablo Neruda (my favorite poem) I have scarcely left you when you go in me, crystalline, or trembling, or uneasy, wounded by me or overwhelmed with love, as when your eyes close upon the gift of life that without cease I give you. My love, we have found each other thirsty and we have drunk up all the water and the blood, we found each other hungry and we bit each other as fire bites, leaving wounds in us. But wait for me, keep for me your sweetness. I will give you too a rose. |