Monday Morning Pablo

last night i was up late engrossed in a few books of poetry and other words i love…those classic few that i keep near me rather than stuffed into a bookshelf.  ee cummings, anais nin, pablo neruda, and two books my father gave me from the 1950’s – one on the romantic poets and another called ‘poems for memorizing’ which i love. it includes everything from elizabeth barrett browning to dylan thomas. there are a few modern day poets who i love – the 1970’s hippie sweetness of rod mckuen, the 1990’s post-celebrity exhalations of ally sheedy, and the current day brilliance of hannah miet.  so this morning i thought i’d share the loveliness of pablo that makes me just sigh and smile quietly…

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light
like a blue flower, without your passing
later through fog and stones,
without the torch you lift in your hand
that others may not see as golden,
that perhaps no one believed blossomed
the glowing origin of the rose,
without, in the end, your being, your coming
suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,
blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,
We will, come to be.

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  1. July 26, 2010 at 8:06 pm

    (thunk) because of love…

    Astonishing, beautiful. I had that state of grace, once. I think I need to acquaint myself better with Mr. Neruda.

    (speaking of poets, my dear, I used to have Black Flag's “TV Party” on a 45…don't know where it went. That Henry, he can belt 'em out 🙂

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  2. July 28, 2010 at 4:31 am

    I saw Henry Rollins, The Beastie Boys and Cypress Hill TOGETHER in concert…AWESOME show!

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