120 philosophical essays you must read in your life

Chapter 113

Chapter 6 Chapter 17 Love

[Chile] Neruda

It is because of you that the fragrance of spring depresses me when we stand by the garden of first bloom.

I encourage myself to forget your beautiful face, and I don't remember your slender hands, let alone how your red lips kissed.

It is because of you that I love the white statues that sleep in the park, those white statues that are silent and see nothing.

Your voice has faded from my memory - your voice of joy; your eyes have faded away.

Just like flowers are inseparable from green leaves, I can't stop hazy memory of you.I'm like a wound that's always hurting, and if you touch it, it hurts like hell.

Thy tenderness clings to me like vines to a dark wall.

Although your love is covered with dust, I can vaguely see you from every window.

It is your breath of summer that dulls me; it is you that make me look again for signs of burning desire, to watch shooting stars, to watch everything that falls.

【Together with you】

The language of poetry makes the heart of youth throb.Love is a thing that throbs with the heart.When the wind with the breath of a lover blows across the field, there will be an inexplicable tremor in the heart; when the tide of longing quietly spreads over the fingertips, love is like a palpable net, full of dazzling texture; The long-standing love suddenly comes alive from the depths of the years one day, and we will still be the first to remember the warmth and sweetness at the beginning, although there will be a little sadness, sourness and sadness in the sweetness... Love has nothing to give except itself. There is no acceptance outside of oneself.Love neither possesses nor is possessed.For love is fulfilled in love.

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