Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Laughter and love...

Another of my favorite poems by Neruda focuses on his lover's laughter and it's power to renew him in life's struggles.

"Your Laughter" ("Tu Risa") was written to Matilde Urrutia when she was his lover. As his wife, he wrote her 100 Love Sonnets (Cien Sonetos de Amor) which seems to dispel the rumor that marriage ultimately kills love.



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Your Laughter

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lanceflower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in your joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.


Pablo Neruda

1 Comments:

At 2:36 PM, May 14, 2006, Blogger droma said...

With awe I've been reading through your blog for the last couple hours.
After reading the last 2 poems, especially "Laughter and Love..." I've fallen apart, crying my heart out.
It evokes two memories:

After hearing me laugh at a Med. School baseball game, my later on husband Ken tried to get my telephone number from friends.
(I did not have a phone.)

My late/ last husband and I had been at odds all afternoon, when we ran into friends of his. During the conversation Thom broke out into his beautiful loud laugh. My thoughts: There is the real Thom, his laughter showing that he let go of whatever was bothering him.

Ellen
OOOOXOXOO

 

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