TANKA <br /> <br />the morning glory <br />a field of soft petals <br />beat to the wind <br />my heart pines for you <br />in this fresh morning air <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />If You Forget Me <br />I want you to know <br />one thing. <br />You know how this is: <br />if I look <br />at the crystal moon, at the red branch <br />of the slow autumn at my window, <br />if I touch <br />near the fire <br />the impalpable ash <br />or the wrinkled body of the log, <br />everything carries me to you, <br />as if everything that exists, <br />aromas, light, metals, <br />were little boats <br />that sail <br />toward those isles of yours that wait for me. <br />Well, now, <br />if little by little you stop loving me <br />I shall stop loving you little by little. <br />If suddenly <br />you forget me <br />do not look for me, <br />for I shall already have forgotten you. <br />If you think it long and mad, <br />the wind of banners <br />that passes through my life, <br />and you decide <br />to leave me at the shore <br />of the heart where I have roots, <br />remember <br />that on that day, <br />at that hour, <br />I shall lift my arms <br />and my roots will set off <br />to seek another land. <br />But <br />if each day, <br />each hour, <br />you feel that you are destined for me <br />with implacable sweetness, <br />if each day a flower <br />climbs up to your lips to seek me, <br />ah my love, ah my own, <br />in me all that fire is repeated, <br />in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, <br />my love feeds on your love, beloved, <br />and as long as you live it will be in your arms <br />without leaving mine. <br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-you-forget-me-2/
