مشاهده نسخه کامل
: utopia1986
21-08-2008, 13:29
poem
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
(Pablo Neruda)
Why Say Goodbye
Why say goodbye?
Why turn away?
Why say we won't see each other
after this day?
Why do you frown?
Why shed a tear?
Why do you bow your head,
as if in fear?
Why that hurt in your eyes?
Why that look on your face?
Why do you feel
this is the last place?
Why all the sorrow?
Why all the pain?
Why all the sadness,
why again?
Goodbyes are not forever.
They are not the last word.
They are just something to say,
something to be heard.
They are a continuation,
A forwarding of what is to begin,
A promise, a hope,
not something to condemn.
Goodbyes should not bring torture,
Torment, or despair,
Feelings of comfort and patience
should instead be presented there.
This is not the end,
This is not our last chance.
For in this thing we call life,
it is only one dance.
So I say once more,
why say goodbye?
To end this way, to make it final,
why even try?
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
(Pablo Neruda)
Why Say Goodbye
Why say goodbye?
Why turn away?
Why say we won't see each other
after this day?
Why do you frown?
Why shed a tear?
Why do you bow your head,
as if in fear?
Why that hurt in your eyes?
Why that look on your face?
Why do you feel
this is the last place?
Why all the sorrow?
Why all the pain?
Why all the sadness,
why again?
Goodbyes are not forever.
They are not the last word.
They are just something to say,
something to be heard.
They are a continuation,
A forwarding of what is to begin,
A promise, a hope,
not something to condemn.
Goodbyes should not bring torture,
Torment, or despair,
Feelings of comfort and patience
should instead be presented there.
This is not the end,
This is not our last chance.
For in this thing we call life,
it is only one dance.
So I say once more,
why say goodbye?
To end this way, to make it final,
why even try?