Thursday September 11
 
13:56
 
Don’t Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —
because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you’ll have gone so far
I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

Don’t Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day by Pablo Neruda

I ‘m quite enjoying this guy’s poetry; I dare not read more for fear that this blog will just fill up with his work. The titles intrigue me though: “Saddest Poem”, “Drunk As Drunk”, “Ode To a Large Tuna in the Market” (?!)