Christmas party’s over and I have Kalin’s wonderful gift of romantic poetry to read again and again. This is the BEST gift I’ve gotten in a long while and I am happy I’ve rediscovered the verses of e.e. cummings, Rilke and Neruda in a time I can properly enjoy them, what with no CivPro and all… This, incidentally, is the first poem I read out of the book (and– a happy coincidence! It is one poem I love so well):
‘Sonnet XVII: Love’
I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
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This evening we went to the mall and I got a cd/mp3 player/boom box for my room and it was sheer bliss listening to the "Il Postino" soundtrack and Andy Garcia spouting one of my favorite poems:
TONIGHT I CAN WRITE
PABLO NERUDA
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, `The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night, whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
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Neruda, you never cease to leave me starry-eyed! Hehe. (Pardon my mush) For some reason, after a long while, I finally am back to my old appreciation for poetry which was slowly quashed by literature of a different kind… that of the Rules of Court, Labor Code and the New Civil Code that we have to keep near and dear to our hearts and memorize verbatim up to the last comma. *sigh* Mass Comm did not prepare me for this kind of studying, that’s for sure. With our relatively long holiday break I am glad to be surrounded by Christmas carols and the prospect of reading my backlog of books, watching the two Korean dramas I have left and of course, updating my blog. I also look forward to writing again, be it stories or poetry, borne out of inspiration from reading great literature (Although I never show it to anyone so no one’s the wiser even if I do get any done. Haha!). I guess being as creative and sensitive and such as I would want to think/claim I am, I can only function in that way in an environment of idleness at decadence. Hence, Christmas time is perfect! Hehe! Merry Christmas everyone! Hope your holidays is as inspiring as mine is…