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If you forget Me by Pablo Neruda

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
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda- truly a great poet. He contends with Keats in my head for the spot of “favourite poet”.I still do not know who will win.This is my favourite poem by Neruda.I’m sure i will find more, though.His poetry is so personal,so touching, it would make one cry to read it.I have.I am not ashamed of it.I repeat again,this man was truly brilliant.If anyone would like to listen to a reading by Madonna,this is the link to it:


The Trumpet by Edward Thomas

Rise up, rise up,
And, as the trumpet blowing
Chases the dreams of men,
As the dawn glowing
The stars that left unlit
The land and water,
Rise up and scatter
The dew that covers
The print of last night’s lovers –
Scatter it, scatter it!

While you are listening
To the clear horn,
Forget, men, everything
On this earth newborn,
Except that it is lovelier
Than any mysteries.
Open your eyes to the air
That has washed the eyes of the stars
Through all the dewy night:
Up with the light,
To the old wars;
Arise, arise!


I had Edward Thomas in my syllabus.Thought he was a supremely boring chap until i came across this.Somehow, it struck a chord.



This is a picture of  one of the main characters from one of my favourite ballets-Coppelia.She is a doll created by one of those mad scientist characters and seated in this exact pose in order to lure in a man.Nifty,eh?She looks so real, the man does fall in love with her.That’s not my point though.My point is, this is me!!I mean, the book in the hand, the total absorption,complete concentration,glassy eyes,lost to the world….yup it’s definitely me!Now if only someone would see me that way and fall in love(without all the dire consequences which follow in Coppelia, of course!)

My favourite poem by Keats: Last Sonnet

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! –
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors –
No -yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillowed upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever -or else swoon to death.

To the man who didn’t quite live to be a man, and yet wrote poetry enough to charm people centuries later. To the man whose poetry is hung up where I can see it when I wake up in the morning. To the man who thought he died unknown,but lived always through his poetry.

To John Keats

ImageOn the death anniversary of my favourite poet,here’s a few lines to him:

“Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Adieu, adieu — I fly — adieu!
I vanish in the heaven’s blue,–
Adieu, adieu!”

I truly regret the fact that I was not born his neighbour. Or perhaps it was meant to be this way, so I could read his poetry and be inspired.Here’s to the man who made me fall in love with poetry and with himself.Your name was not “writ in water”, John Keats. There are those who will always remember you.


My Way-Frank Sinatra

I have been meaning to put this up for a long time.After all, the blog is named after it.

Everybody’s Somebody’s Fool

A song by one of my favourite singers. Heard her for the first time when I was three.And I still love her.