Tuesday, June 10, 2008


When we think and talk about love in popular culture we are usually talking about the love called Eros, (There being four loves - Affection, Friendship, Agape and Eros). These 'four loves' are explored in depth in an interesting book by C.S.Lewis called, funnily enough 'The Four Loves'.
There was a time when the youthful imperative on the high veld of my romantic inclinations and emotions lead me to a second hand bookstore bookshelf where I discovered Mr Pablo Neruda. I am glad that I discovered him.
"Neruda (1904 - 1973) was born in Chile. At the age of twenty three he was acknowledged as one of Chile's most promising younger poets and following a long standing tradition, appointed him to a diplomatic career that took him all over the world. In 1970, when Chiles Communist Party chose Neruda as its candidate, he stood down in favour of Salvador Allende." In 1971 Pablo Neruda was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature.

I Remember You As You Were
I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
the leaves garnered your voice, that was
slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.
I feel your eyes travelling, and the
autumn is far off:
grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house
towards which my deep longings migrated
and my kisses fell, happy as embers.
Sky from a ship. Field from the hills:
Your memory is made of light, of
smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the
evenings were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved your soul.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful poem.