c. 1912

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If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon,
at the red branch
of the slow autumn
at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
on the wrinkled body
of the log,
everything carries me to you.
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
towards those isles of yours
that wait for me…

From If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

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