Every morning you wait, <br />clothes, over a chair, <br />to fill yourself with <br />my vanity, my love, <br />my hope, my body. <br />Barely <br />risen from sleep, <br />I relinquish the water, <br />enter your sleeves, <br />my legs look for <br />the hollows of your legs, <br />and so embraced <br />by your indefatigable faithfulness <br />I rise, to tread the grass, <br />enter poetry, <br />consider through the windows, <br />the things, <br />the men, the women, <br />the deeds and the fights <br />go on forming me, <br />go on making me face things <br />working my hands, <br />opening my eyes, <br />using my mouth, <br />and so, <br />clothes, <br />I too go forming you, <br />extending your elbows, <br />snapping your threads, <br />and so your life expands <br />in the image of my life. <br />In the wind <br />you billow and snap <br />as if you were my soul, <br />at bad times <br />you cling <br />to my bones, <br />vacant, for the night, <br />darkness, sleep <br />populate with their phantoms <br />your wings and mine. <br />I wonder <br />if one day <br />a bullet <br />from the enemy <br />will leave you stained with my blood <br />and then <br />you will die with me <br />or one day <br />not quite <br />so dramatic <br />but simple, <br />you will fall ill, <br />clothes, <br />with me, <br />grow old <br />with me, with my body <br />and joined <br />we will enter <br />the earth. <br />Because of this <br />each day <br />I greet you <br />with reverence and then <br />you embrace me and I forget you, <br />because we are one <br />and we will go on <br />facing the wind, in the night, <br />the streets or the fight, <br />a single body, <br />one day, one day, some day, still.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-clothes-2/
