luv bī pablo neruda

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īv never rēlē red muç uv poblō nerūdu. ī dōnt nō spaniş wel ēnuf tū rēd ţu ōrijinūl, ānd ī figyerd ţu translāşunz wūld tāk uwā frum ţu pōetrē. granted ī havent red ā substançūl kros-sekşun uv hiz werk but ī bēlēv ţis pōem mīt ōpen mē up tū hiz werk.

Love

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
do me irreparable 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.