time follows

past
the ghost of was
the vision
the wonder
time follows
the inquisition of the heart
searching the contour of shape in soft light
look up
it's me, it's me

-A.D'Amore

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"For My Heart"

Poem by one of my favorite poets, Pablo Neruda titled “For My Heart” and in Spanish ... “Para mi corazón basta tu pecho”

XII (from Twenty Love Poems)


Your breast is enough for my heart,
and my wings for your freedom.
What was sleeping above your soul will rise
out of my mouth to heaven.

In you is the illusion of each day.
You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers.
You undermine the horizon with your absence.
Eternally in flight like the wave.

I have said that you sang in the wind
like the pines and like the masts.
Like them you are tall and taciturn,
and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.

You gather things to you like an old road.
You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices.
I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated
that had been sleeping in your soul.

The above poem was translated by W. S. Merwin