Something, but may not be an Ode to Neruda ...on his birthday (tribute to Pablo Neruda)
Neruda's poem
Stuck in the Crevices of My Heart
I found a note
Written many years ago
Stuck in the crevices of my heart
It was written to you,
completely about you
and for you.
It could have grown,
it could have mingled with the streams of life flowing in my veins,
But it remained stuck in the crevices of my heart.
I can not,
I could not,
I may never
Gather so much of myself
To extract that note written
Many years ago,
Not that I fear
That the thread that binds
my heart and me together
Will shatter as a broken glass,
Smattering the pieces inside and outside me,
If I just remove the note stuck in the crevices of my heart.
I fear that mere removal
Will take you of that time
Away
From me
And I may realize that
I have lived my life as you of that time
Without me of that time -
That went away,
perhaps forever
With you of that time.
Neruda's poem
Stuck in the Crevices of My Heart
I found a note
Written many years ago
Stuck in the crevices of my heart
It was written to you,
completely about you
and for you.
It could have grown,
it could have mingled with the streams of life flowing in my veins,
But it remained stuck in the crevices of my heart.
I can not,
I could not,
I may never
Gather so much of myself
To extract that note written
Many years ago,
Not that I fear
That the thread that binds
my heart and me together
Will shatter as a broken glass,
Smattering the pieces inside and outside me,
If I just remove the note stuck in the crevices of my heart.
I fear that mere removal
Will take you of that time
Away
From me
And I may realize that
I have lived my life as you of that time
Without me of that time -
That went away,
perhaps forever
With you of that time.