February 8, 2011 by Post Team
If you forget me
By Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing.
You know how it is,
If I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch
The slow autumn at my window
If I touch near the fire
The impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of wood,
Everything carries me to you
As if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals,
Were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me?
Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me
I’ll stop loving you little by little.
You forget me
Do not look for me,
Because I will already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
Running through my life
And you decide
Let me on the shore
Of the heart where I have roots,
At this time,
I lift my arm
And my roots will set off
Seek another land.
But if each day, every hour,
You feel that you are destined for me
With implacable sweetness,
If each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me,
Oh my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated,
In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
My love feeds on your love, darling
Love is not love which alters finding, or bends with the remover to remove: This is a brand more and more fixed, that looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering unknown bark, which is worth. Love is not crazy time, though rosy lips & cheeks within his bending sickle’s compass come, Love alters not with his brief hours & weeks, but he carries them to the edge of doom. If this error and be proved to me, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
I Carry Your Heart
In ERS Cummings
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
My heart) I am never without it (anywhere
I’ll do, my dear, and everything is done
By me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want
No world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
And that is what you are a moon has always meant
And whatever the sun will always sing is you
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(Here the root of the root and the bud of the bud
And the sky of the sky of a tree called life, which grows
Higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
And the wonder that is keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
A troupe of poets is set to hit the road to recite poems of love and sensual odes to couples that visit the region. The “poet-Lovie eates a visit to Worcestershire many romantic hotels and places of interest to disseminate their messages of love.
They’ll even create a custom poem on the spot with the scantest personal information for couples looking for something special.
Simon Tipple, Worcestershire destination, said: “We are even offering people the opportunity to propose to their loved ones through our Lovie-Ates. All people have to do is go visitworcestershire.org follow the link to our Facebook site and sign up where they are and when they would like the proposal is made.
“The most heart-warming three couples will be treated to a Lovie-eating performance. As Valentine’s Day falls on a Monday, our Lovie-ATES will be hard at work the previous weekend, which is when most people the intend to celebrate this special day. “
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