I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.
I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off:
Grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house
Towards which my deep longings migrated
And my kisses fell, happy as embers.
Sky from a ship. Field from the hills:
Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.
'Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing' reminds me a line of poem of Rabindranath Tagore which reads somewhat like this 'in the fiery evening I saw my doom in your eyes'
I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off: Grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house Towards which my deep longings migrated And my kisses fell, happy as embers. wonderful romance. tony
The remember still there is like before For the love the heart feels everything like before Poetic expression on the love of rememberance was very ecstatic way// greatly penned
Lovely poem with marvelous imagery. One of a kind to be read again and again.
Wonderful imagery and imaginary. Beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda chosen as modern poem of the poem of the day.
A commendable poem with excellent allegory and appealing analogy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out