You will remember that leaping stream
where sweet aromas rose and trembled,
and sometimes a bird, wearing water
and slowness, its winter feathers.
You will remember those gifts from the earth:
indelible scents, gold clay,
weeds in the thicket and crazy roots,
magical thorns like swords.
You'll remember the bouquet you picked,
shadows and silent water,
bouquet like a foam-covered stone.
That time was like never, and like always.
So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there.
-pablo neruda
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Every once in a while I'll read a poem by Neruda and I feel like it's my first time reading him. I never tire of his work. He creates these beautiful images and has the ability to stir emotions.
These lines instantly made me *sigh*.
You'll remember the bouquet you picked,
shadows and silent water,
bouquet like a foam-covered stone.
That time was like never, and like always.
Neruda always has this effect on me. Every time I discover another of his poems I'm happy I did.
